Whoosh whoosh whoosh——
The north wind howled, bringing with it a surging cold wave crossing the mountains, plunging the entire Lingnan Land into a bitter cold.
Snowflakes the size of hands rolled in the air before falling, striking the ground with a dull sound, as if pebbles were landing on a snow-covered coat.
Many scattered snow particles were blown away like sand, forming cold air currents that hovered over the cold mountains like wisps of smoke and silk.
The whole Qianyuan Taoist City sat amidst this icy world, as if the entire city had transformed into a crystal-clear ice sculpture city.
The black tiles were covered with snow, and icicles hung menacingly.
Thunder Alley.
Inside the small courtyard of the independent workshop.
The entire yard was clean, with not a single snowflake falling, for the snowflakes had been evaporated into steam by the scorching heat before landing, rising into the air and forming a misty fog.
