Chapter 681 - Chapter 45 The Queen's Farewell Words_1

The thousands of kilometers high in the sky, the golden dragon spread its wings and flew, just as it did a hundred years ago when it left for the Sighing Desert. The chilling wind assaulted them head-on, ever-changing white clouds tumbling beneath their feet. Looking through a gap in the clouds, everything down below has become a different view in their line of sight. Viewed from high above, the villages and roads are absent, huge expanses of farmland reducing to tiny spots of color. The forests and hills have become inconspicuous signs on a map. The magical beast forest covered in snow has disappeared from view. At the edge of the snowfield, the ground's color was gradually changing. The land that holds everything has shed its white coat, revealing its original yellow-brown skin which is occasionally embellished by a dark green, a rare sight in winter.