The deep winter, late December.
In the biting cold wind, snowflakes filled the sky, beginning to fall once more.
Atop the majestic Summit of Taiping Peak.
Inside the Taiping Palace.
Every corner was brightly illuminated.
Hu Meiniang's voice echoed in from outside the door.
Inside the main hall.
Upon the main seat, what Lu Wufei hears gives him cause to think back to noon.
The time when he had arrived at Taiping Peak.
He had noticed a feeling of being watched from the northern sky.
Taking into consideration what Hu Meiniang had just said, he immediately understood.
The feeling of being watched at noon, it should have been from the Ancestor of Demon, Hu Yue.
"Meiniang shows up uninvited..."
