The sun rose in the east.
The darkness that had shrouded the earth all night was gradually dispersed by the bright sunlight.
In December, winter's presence was distinctly pronounced, with a thin layer of frost forming on the grass in the early morning, lending a more desolate and cold character to winter mornings compared to those in summer.
Since Bai Xueling and Li Yaguo arrived at this vast expanse of ruins the day before, they hadn't stopped for a moment, just continually moving stones.
Bai Xueling was born with a silver spoon in her mouth; Elder Bai had always cherished her as the apple of his eye within the Bais. When had she ever done such exhausting labor? But now she didn't feel tired at all. She wished she could move all the stones on the ruins away, so eager was she to see Ye Chenfeng.
