As summer arrived, sunlight shone brightly in Kyoto Prefecture.
But in and around Beixiong Pass, built in the canyon north of Beizhi and spanning dozens of miles to resist the Demon Court, it was still shrouded in gloomy clouds, with the wind and snow howling.
Even if the sun shone brightly a hundred miles to the south, raising the temperature slightly, it was still impossible to bring warmth to Beixiong Pass.
Chen Yi stood shoulder to shoulder with Hua Xianzi amidst the clouds above Beixiong Pass, his combed black hair gently fluttering, and his Martial Marquis Purple Robe flapping loudly in the cold wind.
Beside him, Hua Xianzi, with her body brimming with True Yuan, resisted the wind and snow without any discomfort. Her bright and crystal-clear eyes shifted from Chen Yi to curiously survey the below Beixiong Pass and the misty Ten Thousand Mountains covered in white snow in the distance.
