The crowd fell silent.
Everyone looked up and saw a beam of moonlight gently shining upon Ye Tian's head.
Dressed in white, with his back to the world.
His proud stance could compare with the heavens.
The night turned quiet once more.
In the ancient capital, thousands of lights had extinguished, less than half of them, but many were still busy and lifted their heads, shocked by the recent phenomenon...
However, after a moment, they lowered their heads and resumed their work.
A cold wind swept through this ancient city, everyone felt a chill overhead, and as they looked up, they realized it was snowing.
The snowflakes grew larger as they were blown.
Where there had been darkness in the night sky, it now appeared to be vast and white.
"Snowing again."
Ye Tian spread his fingers, and a snow elf rested upon them. His brows relaxed, revealing a smile as gentle as the spring breeze.
