The sky quietly drifted down with snow.
White snow.
White snow blanketed the land that had long been divided but was now mostly unified.
The people of the Mortal World seemed to have finally awaited the dawn in the darkness, watching the light snow gently brush the fields with "salt frost."
A timely snow promises a good harvest, no matter how harsh the past, spring will always come.
They cried and laughed, their expressions complex yet joyful, looking forward to the new year.
And in the Puppet Sect, which the common people might view as a land of Immortals and Demons, there was also joy.
No!
It wasn't the Puppet Sect that was joyous, but three people who were.
In the secret chamber, Gong Libai, usually the most ruthless and cruel, was now filled with an uncontrollable ecstasy; he hadn't been this happy for a long time.
The last time was when he was accepted as a disciple by Gu Huangzi.
