Under Langgesanu Peak, the small town cloaked in the night held a unique atmosphere. The snow-covered landscape, adorned in silver, and the cold wind sweeping through the small town highlighted the warmth of the solitary light within the little house.
After spending a month among the Dragon Clan, An Yiqing felt like she was speaking in old Chinese jargon, almost becoming an ancient person herself. Sometimes, waking up in the Clan Leader's Residence, she would wonder if she had traveled through time.
However, the primitive times had their advantages—no air pollution, no noisy networks, everything seemed so pristine. Aside from the bothersome Sky Punishment Pavilion, everything else made An Yiqing quite satisfied.
It's just... she couldn't see her family and loved ones all the time.
