Thousand-meter red carpet.
Thousand meters of blooming flowers.
Originally an extremely magnificent scene, unfortunately, it was turned into a vast expanse of whiteness by a heavy snow.
At this moment, the Capital City, under the influence of ice and snow, appeared crystal clear, untouched by a speck of dust.
A pure beauty.
"What time is it?"
Ye Tian's gaze was distant, and with a light lift of his hand, countless snowflakes seemed like natural elves, encircling him.
Gracefully dancing.
Xiao Xing glanced at the watch on his left wrist and softly said, "Twenty minutes until it starts."
Ye Tian didn't speak, his eyes were profoundly deep.
In the past four or five years, his legendary stories circulated in Jianghu, but he preferred a plain, simple life.
So, he descended from Divine Martial Mountain to experience the ordinary life of mortals.
However, there were always some jumping clowns, bouncing like locusts in front of him, even daring to bully his close ones.
