Xia Ji and Su Tian appeared on the land outside the pass.
Although it was now March, spring had yet to arrive in the Northlands.
The sky was a pale grey,
It was still snowing.
Thousands of mountains and barriers, long beacon towers, majestic passes were still shrouded in silver.
Su Tian's eyes widened as she swept her gaze across everything. Her eyes were filled with curiosity as if she was going to live in the future.
Xia Ji thoughtfully draped a black cloak over her.
Su Tian took the opportunity to fall on him.
"Is it beautiful?" Xia Ji suddenly asked.
"Beautiful," Su Tian said. But what about a thousand years later? What about ten thousand years later?"
