The cold wind howled.
Unknowingly, another winter was here.
Moon Rhinoceros Lake was shrouded in ominous clouds, and the loose cultivators hurried by with anxious expressions.
Though the situation was dire, quite a few loose cultivators still lurked about, selling spiritual objects with sly looks.
Occasionally, one could spot traces of dried blood on the corner of a spiritual object.
Perhaps they were acquired through some unscrupulous means.
Chen Ye and his group walked through the Market of Moon Rhinoceros Lake, heading towards White Poplar Villa.
"Phew—"
Qing Jun exhaled a breath of warm air, her sparkling eyes peeking out from her rabbit fur scarf,
"Master, when the winter disaster hit Yunxi District back then, were you just like them?"
She pointed at the loose cultivators setting up stalls.
The loose cultivators appeared uneasy, quickly putting on flattering smiles when they saw her gesture.
This group exuded extraordinary aura.
