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In the deep of night in Ye State, the world seemed dyed in ink. Anyone who stepped outside felt blinded and their faces stung, quickly retreating indoors.
"Something's not right, the night is impossibly dark!"
"Snowflakes as big as one's palm smack my face, it feels like the heavens are slapping me."
After Shallow Night arrived, people realized that the darkness remained extraordinarily thick, with unusual celestial phenomena!
The massive snowstorm stopped, but the winds grew even more fierce, lifting snowdrifts taller than a person high into the air, swirling everywhere, resembling newly falling goose feather snow.
Qin Ming decided to wait a bit longer. Such harsh weather occurs only once in a century, even High-Level Exotic Birds don't want to travel against the wind.
He stared outside the inn, and in the raging, snow-swirling wind, he vaguely saw a flash of crimson and heard a wailing sound.
