It was the depths of the 12th lunar month, and half the sky was filled with swirling snow.0

Li Yuan, dressed in a black robe trimmed with white, stood at the bow of the little boat. A line of poetry came to mind. Once you stand atop the highest peak, all other mountains seem small.0

But did the mountains truly shrink? They remained as tall as ever. It’s just that once you stood high enough, they appeared small.0

That was exactly how Li Yuan felt at this moment. In Gemhill County, he had never met anyone stronger than himself, at least not by the numbers he could see. Those once-intimidating peaks no longer posed a serious threat. Unconsciously, he felt a slight ease and a flicker of joy in his heart.2

If he acquired a better weapon, he could grow even stronger....0