Ye Sheng woke up once again. The heavy snow had already sealed off the mountains.
The white snow covered the land, mountains, and rivers. Looking down from above, it was a vast expanse of white. The heavy snow fell down like goose feathers, as if one was in an ice and snow country.
A thousand miles of glaciers, ten thousand miles of snow, and so many beautiful rivers and mountains.
"It's snowing."This was the first sentence Ye Sheng said after waking up.
Priest Qingxu and Senior Brother Dao Ming stood behind him, wearing cotton clothes. They looked like an ordinary pair of grandfather and grandson.
"Little junior brother, how many books have you read?"Dao Ming asked curiously.
"99,900 books."Ye Sheng thought about it and couldn't help but say with lingering fear.
