There was no change of seasons on Prison Island, but in the faraway Nightmare Demon City, heavy snowflakes fluttered down, painting the world in a pure white.
The snow silently fell on the palace roof, and after a moment, it slowly slid off...
In the snow-white courtyard, a slightly gaunt man stood there, allowing the snowflakes to fall on his shoulders. His expression was icy, making him look like a statue encased in ice.
"It's been three years already, it seems I've forgotten something..." After some time, the statue-like Xia Guanghan slowly spoke up, as if he had remembered something.
As Xia Guanghan pondered, he seemed like a statue. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes and remembered that he had given a highly talented White Nightmare Demon to a potential strong Actor three years ago.
"One out of three thousand lives, I hope they don't waste my White Nightmare Demon," Xia Guanghan said slowly.
