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In one night, Yujing City was enveloped in vast snow.
The Prince Qing Mansion was the same, with thick snow weighing down the roofs and branches.
The Listening Waves Garden was all white.
In the morning light, Chu Zhiyuan, wearing a loose white robe, stood in the courtyard snow, practicing the Purple Sun Stance, cultivating the Great Purple Sun Technique.
Heat surged around him, gradually melting the snow within a meter's radius.
The aura of the Great Purple Sun Technique became increasingly rich.
The Twelfth Layer was both deeper and purer than the Eleventh Layer, especially since the Great Purple Sun Technique had undergone subtle adjustments.
Cultivation became smoother, as if slightly intoxicated, like soaking in a hot spring.
The piercing cold could not penetrate his body, but the cold air was so pure and refreshing that every alveolus seemed to expand with joy.
He smiled in the morning light.
