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Winter, 1942.\n\nOn Longhu Mountain, Zhang Zhiwei sat huddled in a cotton robe by the door of the alchemy lab, chewing on dried dates. His eyes were half-closed, whether dozing or watching the clouds, it was hard to tell. His junior, Zhang Huaiyi, was sweeping snow under the eaves, snow dust flying wherever the broom went. His large ears twitched slightly, taking in every sound of his surroundings. Tian Jinzhong rushed out of the house, clamoring for his senior to go practice, only to be struck squarely in the forehead by a precisely flicked date pit—Zhang Zhiwei hadn't even lifted an eyelid.\n\nWithin the Sanyi Sect, Zuo Ruotong sat upright on the cloud platform, his breath long and steady; the threshold of the "Reverse Threefold" realm was almost within reach. Lu Jin stood respectfully by his side. Occasionally, he thought of that Sect Leader of Quanxing, but only with a frown—it was simply a matter of staying out of each other's way.\n\nThe seventh son of the Lyu family had a new scar on his face, and his eyes were much heavier than in years past. In a mountain hollow of the Tang Sect, Xu Xin and his senior Dong Chang sat opposite each other drinking, their young faces flushed by the charcoal fire. Feng Tianyang burned three sticks of incense before the ancestral altar, gazing at the curling green smoke, silent for a long time.\n\nWugensheng was somewhere unknown, fiddling with his collection. Li Muxuan stood behind Ghost-Hand Wang with his hands on his hips, laughing boldly, looking like he feared nothing in heaven or on earth.\n\nNo one knew that a storm that would sweep the world was waiting for them just two years away.\n\n<choice_group>\n <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice>\n <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice>\n <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice>\n</choice_group>