On a certain day much later on, Demon Lord Nero watched as a blizzard of snow fell from the heavens and was swallowed up by the abyss behind the Demon Palace. He was suddenly reminded of that snowfall in White Emperor City.
Xuelao City was assailed year-round by snowstorms, and he had borne witness to countless, but none of them had left a deeper impression on him than that particular snowfall.
White Emperor City was located in the south, so its climate was gentle and warm. It was also near the Western Sea, so it rarely saw snow, but the snowfall on that day was incredibly heavy.
In just half a night, that city along the banks of the Red River was covered in snow, the yellow sands in the courtyard painted white.
The Demon Lord drew his gaze back from the abyss and said to Chen Changsheng, "I was wrong. On that day, I should have paid every price to kill you."
Nanke indifferently said, "I think so too."
