Twenty-four years ago, during the Feather Scale Test, Wei Qingju witnessed the last session. The swordsman she favored never appeared in the contest, and after she died, with merely three years of cultivation at Xuanmen, he seized the twenty-third rank on the Crane List. If Ziliang were still alive at that time, he would likely have reminiscences of the bright and beautiful spring gardens of that year.
"Before they could complete their embodiment of the 'Mercurial Raft,' Wei Qingju passed away. Everything she left behind was scavenged, and those Jiao Gold Bones ultimately ended up in the hands of Yu Sicheng," Pei Ye said, leaning on the Jade Tiger, "I was also thinking that perhaps we would have no choice but to seek help from Immortal Platform or Yang Yi Tower. Relying solely on us and the sword in our hands, it is indeed difficult to penetrate this iron wall."
"Is Xu Chuo acquainted with anyone from Yang Yi Tower?"
