Heavy snow descended from the sky, cloaking Qiluo Mountain in a blanket of silvery white, signalling the arrival of another harsh winter in Luandu County.
In the East Straddling Courtyard of the City Divine Temple, Chen Mu stood under the long corridor with his hands tucked in his sleeves, happily watching the snowflakes fall.
"Old Li, come on, tell me about the Lock Dragon Courtyard." He looked at Li Buxian with a familiar, beaming smile.
Who's the "Old Li"?
We're not that close, are we?
Li Buxian rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Reluctantly, he didn't want to inform the bastard before him, but he had no choice since they were on the same path of the Demon Path.
In recent days, he had experimented and found that any negative thought about the other would immediately cause him to do the splits mid-air, painfully straining his inner thighs.
