Synopsis
Several months have passed since Wuliang City fell, and Ye Lique has returned. The winter snow was melting that day—the same day Li Xun of the Sihai Gang married Shen Yi, the Tianfo Sect's saint. Ye Lique walked into the wedding hall with a wine pot hanging from one finger. She looked at the bride, smiling faintly, and asked in that smooth voice of hers, "Will you come with me?" Shen Yi unsheathed her blade and pressed it to Ye Lique's chest. "Leave." Ye Lique stepped forward. Shen Yi stepped back. "You demon!" Li Xun lunged with his sword, but…
