"Ah, another Sun God falls in the Moon God Palace, how troublesome, troublesome, troublesome. Could it be that we are about to witness the decline of a Holy Land?"
In the grand hall, the murmuring voices carried endless sighs.
...
Snow falls in bitter cold, peace to all beings.
The robot Lingyi was holding Xie Xinsu, sitting by the riverbank.
The river was broad, and a thick layer of ice had formed on its surface.
Qi Yuan, dressed in white, blended with the snow, difficult to discern where one ended and the other began.
Snow settled on their shoulders; the robot Lingyi, Xie Xinsu, and Qi Yuan were all being blanketed by the snowfall.
In a moment, it was a vast expanse of white.
"There are too many paths in this world, too many..."
Qi Yuan couldn't help but sigh at that moment.
Snow has its own way.
True Monarch Dazhi had once said, snowflakes do not speak because they lack a mouth.
