A jade-like slender hand that seemed to be formed from snow itself lightly caressed Mu Bingyun’s icy face. A soft and gentle voice that perhaps no one else in this universe would get to hear came from her lips, “Bingyun, you’ve grown tired. Rest for a while.”

The instability within the sect, the heavy pressure on the Snow Song Realm, the reputation as a “realm of sinners”, the drastically reduced status of their star realm, the predatory gazes of the other ...