"Candied hawthorn, large and sweet candied hawthorn!"
"Come on, sir, come and taste our aged huadiao wine. Just smell it, the aroma is irresistible!"
"Selling paintings..."
When Chen Zhixing opened his eyes again, he found himself in a bustling street, surrounded by a crowd of people. The sky was blue, the clouds white, and the climate was pleasant, with no trace of the icy plains.
Is this the second trial?
Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow; the second trial of the Snow Demon Race seemed different from what he had imagined.
"Young master, the First Generation Snow Demoness was originally of the Human Race. This place should be the environment she experienced before transforming into a Snow Demoness. Your grandmother said this trial..."
