"Meow?"
Rong Buqiu descended from the Qilin's back, following Lann, and sat down docilely on all fours, its furry head gazing up at the sky.
The architectural style of this world, in the environment on the brink of the Fire Apocalypse, always gives one a peculiar sense of 'entering decline' and 'splendid yet decaying beauty'.
Even for someone like Lann, who has seen a lot, the many scenes of this world can still be shocking.
But what surprised Rong Buqiu was more than just this.
A snowflake drifting down leisurely fell onto its wet nose under the watchful gaze of the kitten's moist eyes.
The Three-Floral Elu Cat immediately sneezed.
"Achoo!"
"Neigh!"
Rong Buqiu sneezed, and the Qilin, pacing beside it, was startled, its four hooves hopping up.
Ignoring the chaotic Elu Cat and Ancient Dragon beside him, Lann focused on the snowflake that landed in the center of his leather-gloved palm.
Not only was the sky unusual, but even the climate was off...
