People often say, life draws strength from death.
Nature is the same way.
The overwhelming snow engulfed the entire world, and heaven and earth seemed to fall into silence. Yet within this brief stillness, under the thick snow like a plush blanket, vibrant life forces were biding their time, ready to erupt with the sound of thunder.
Zheng Qing couldn't perceive the vitality contained within the snow.
But he could sense the oppressive quiet of the Silent Forest, behind which lurked greedy and longing gazes. He was especially sensitive to this type of gaze.
Four days passed in the blink of an eye, and in seemingly just a flash, the young cost student found himself at the Winter Hunting Ground held by the First University for the second time.
Rumors are rumors because they often hide a bit of truth within their falsehoods.
