End of xi hour.
Fang Che and Wu Zhiyun walked out of the Guardian Hall together.
Suddenly, they were taken aback.
Only to see the sky filled with swirling snow, the entire city draped in silver, yet a road stretched out quietly into the distance, without a single flake fallen upon it.
On both sides, rows of people stood silently, holding lanterns, solemnly illuminating the path ahead.
The snow was heavy, yet the view was not weakened.
But they stubbornly stood there, holding lanterns, stretching far into the distance.
Fang Che's face darkened instantly: "Lord Wu, why such a grand display?"
Wu Zhiyun, covered in sweat: "This... this really wasn't arranged by subordinates... I have no idea what happened... I'll ask about it right away."
Upon inquiry, they found it was indeed just the surrounding common people.
Spontaneously undertaking this act.
Since Captain Fang arrived in Baiwu Continent, he hasn't had a decent meal! This is the only one!
