The mink fur coat was warm. Watching the figure gradually disappearing into the wind and snow, Fan Xian's heart was also warm. This life of his had truly been somewhat astonishing and calculating. Although it was full and substantial, it also made one tired. The chance to interact with simple and pure people was a rare luxury.
Withdrawing his gaze from the snow falling in the distance, Fan Xian's heart suddenly jumped. He developed a strange feeling. It was as if he would obtain new experiences next spring when the Sword Hut opened for the last time.
