Xiao Changxuan kicked open the heavy doors of the Cold Palace with one kick. Sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall, Xie Zhiwei, dressed in a pure white robe, raised his head and smiled when he saw the arrival. "Ten years," he said, "it's finally come.",Xie Zhiwei moved slowly towards Xiao Changxuan, wanting to remember this man, for all eternity. To remember him, for a lifetime, the relatives, the friends, all of them had died at the hands of this man, none survived!,Xie Zhiwei slowly closed her eyes, a serene smile gracing her lips, filled with anticipation...。