Snow had fallen over White Emperor City for half a night and an entire day, rendering all its streets white. The people standing outside the courtyard were motionless, so they had become snowmen ages ago, with the occasional puff of hot air coming from their snow-covered mouths and noses. It was a rather strange sight.
Countless gazes watched the courtyard, wanting to know what the Demon Lord and Chen Changsheng were discussing. If the talks did not go well, when should they strike?
Luoluo stood by the window, calmly observing the snow. She did not know what was being discussed in the courtyard, but she knew that her teacher would not promise anything.
Madam Mu was also gazing through the snow at the courtyard. She felt the same as Luoluo, so she was waiting to see who struck first.
The courtyard's gate was tightly shut, and the only sound coming from within was the patter of snowflakes against the stone walls.
