The snow last night covered up all the blood that had been spilled.
When Little Nine woke up and saw the sea of white snow, she felt at ease.
She had had a stress-free sleep all night, and now she was relaxed. After quickly washing up, she went out without any makeup on. She smiled when she saw Li Qingshan.
He stood by his porch. He looked at the land covered in snow and asked her, "When are you leaving?"
Little Nine leaned over the railing of the porch. She extended her hand to catch the falling snow as she said, "I will leave in a bit. The Yuhua Sect will be welcoming a batch of disciples from the Changhen Demonic Sect. Master told me that I had to be there."
"The Yuhua Sect will be welcoming disciples from the Changhen Demonic Sect?" asked Li Qingshan. He found this very strange.
