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The weather turned colder and colder.
Unconsciously, heavy snow started to fall from the sky.
The snowflakes, like the purest spirits of this world, quietly adorned the entire world in an endless white.
Great Qian Martial Institute.
Remorse Cliff in the back mountain.
This place, too, was a world of ice and snow.
Compared to the inside of the Martial Institute, the climate here was even colder, with the howling wind constantly scraping over every edge and rock face of Remorse Cliff.
Thick ice had long since wrapped and covered every inch of rock.
In front of an abyss thousands of feet deep, a figure sat quietly amidst the frozen world.
But upon closer inspection, one would notice that within a one-zhang radius around this figure, there was no ice or snow.
The place where he sat had long since melted away the ice and snow; the rocks became dry and warm.
Even the snowflakes that fluttered down from the sky would instantly melt and evaporate as they neared him.
