A man in a silver robe with dark patterns was standing alone on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back. His facial features were cold as ice and snow. His black hair was half pulled by a jade hairpin and scattered behind him. His eyelashes were slightly drooped, and his expression was indifferent, without sadness or joy.
Jiang Jiamian opened his eyes, and what he saw was a vast expanse of white. Everywhere he looked, there was snow that had not melted for years.
The cold wind was biting, the snow was lying on top of the land, and the sky was ice-filled.
"System, tell me, the timeline of this plot is about to begin. The mission target is still missing. Is this a different kind of breakthrough?"
The indifferent man lowered his eyes slightly and raised his hand to gently caress the white rabbit hidden in the clothes on his chest.
He has been in this world for more than eight hundred years.
