The rain in the Imperial Capital lasted for three days.
On the fourth day, it started snowing.
Just like that, winter suddenly arrived. As the first snow fell, the chill rapidly spread in all directions, causing the entire Imperial City to be covered in silver ice flowers.
Looking at the snowflakes and feeling the cold wind blowing at his face, Xu Qing thought of Fenghai County, the Nanhuang Continent, and the scenes when he was young.
With his cultivation, he longer felt much cold or heat. He now possessed a resistance beyond that of ordinary people. However, he still felt a bit chilly.
This coldness came from a memory.
Everything about his childhood had long been settled in his soul and would accompany him for the rest of his life.
At that moment, on the way to Imperial Academy, Xu Qing instinctively tightened his collar. In the wind and snow, he stepped through the gate of Imperial Academy.
