At nightfall.

The thousand of miles of cloudless sky was still like a crystal clear and clean lake, blending together with the faint blush colour of dusk and the white mist rising from the Snow capital, forming a unique firework atmosphere.

On the streets of the Snow capital.

After coming out from the Two Rivers Group’s teahouse, Ye Qingyu was in no hurry to return to Light City.

He paced through the lit streets and alleys like a wealthy ...