December 7th.

North Sea Blizzard.

It seemed to be the reason that it was in the northernmost part of the Central Continent, the winter here was extremely cold and beautiful, and the flying snow was almost continuous.

Wang Shengxiao sat on the steps of the Lords' Terrace, quietly listening to the sound of the huge tides in the distance, not moving a muscle, and letting the snowflakes fall on his body, just like a snowman.

Sword qi surged from the distant sea and slowly ...