It had been nearly half a year since Song Ciwan's Innate Wisdom awakened, integrating the memories of her past life.
It had been early autumn when she first awakened, but now it was the dead of winter.
Because she had cultivated to the Qi Refining Stage, she was no longer very sensitive to the cold. To her, the winters of Su Yang and Pinglan both felt rather mild.
However, when Xie Yunxiang mentioned that Illusory Nether City would open in three days, Song Ciwan suddenly felt a chill wash over her.
The words "year's end" and "harsh winter" involuntarily linked themselves in her mind at that moment. They were a perfect match.
At the same time, an even more fitting word came to mind: loneliness.
Yes, loneliness, not liveliness.
It was only after bidding farewell to Xie Yunxiang that Song Ciwan discovered the streets of Pinglan City had, at some point, been decked out with lanterns and colorful decorations.
