Thunder was rare on a snowy day.
The Thunderbolts just now descended with the snow. Not only was it powerful, but it also had an inexplicable meaning.
Even now, Xia qingchen's heart was still trembling lightly, as though it was wailing silently.
"Men, come." He called out softly.
"Whoosh-"
Outside the thatched cottage, a black-robed man immediately flashed and knelt on one knee in front of him. "Tower Lord, please give your orders."
Xia qingchen gazed into the distance.
He suddenly stopped. After a moment of silence, he waved his hand."I'm fine. You may leave."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked back into the thatched cottage.
Since he had already sealed the sword and Ice Mountain, not caring about the mortal world, why would he want to hear about the situation outside?
After closing the door of the thatched cottage, Xia qingchen entered a state of meditation and started cultivating again.
