Ye Tian's footsteps, though light, echoed with a soul-shaking temblor.
The whole scene fell into a dead silence, where a pin drop could be heard.
It appeared that this Pavilion Master was here to confront Shen Cang, probably even to execute him.
Ye Tian gradually squinted his eyes, an intense and cold murderous intent began to emanate from him.
Shen Cang and Shenyang's eyes froze as they abruptly lifted their heads...
Under the seven-colored Sky Dome, snowflakes fell to the ground.
This snow, pure and pristine, transparent in its whiteness, a whiteness so intoxicating that no flower in the world could match it.
Flake after flake of immaculate snow hung like an ocean suspended in the sky, instantly crossing the thousand-meter wedding scene, a breeze blowing through, making the cold piercing.
Ye Tian advanced slowly.
Snowflakes landed on his shoulders, glittering with the five golden stars, reflecting the seven-colored light.
