It was deep winter.
Beneath the eaves, droplets of water had frozen into a line of smooth icicles, and the roof was covered with thick white snow, as if it were wearing a hat of snow color. From a high viewpoint, one could only see a vast expanse of white throughout the city.
In the cleared area of the backyard, Chen Mu stood in the center, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, his arms bare, but his body showed no signs of coldness. Instead, he kept emitting a steaming white heat.
This heat slowly melted the nearby ice and snow.
"Fierce Bull Tossing Horns," "Fierce Bull Trample."
As Chen Mu breathed in and out, the hot breath turned into thick white mist spewing from his mouth and nose. He resembled a fierce bull charging through the snow, robust and heavy, each movement filled with a sense of power.
