It was the dead of winter. Snowflakes drifted down as the north wind howled.
The world was a vast expanse of Frost White. The mountains seemed to wear robes of snow, draped in a silvery mantle.
"Fellow Daoist Xueyu, I've said all that needs to be said. I hope it will be of some help to you." Murong Caiwei smiled faintly.
With that, she called to her younger cousin and the others and boarded the Snow Sparrow carriage.
The Snow Sparrow carriage took to the air, flying through the void as it departed from the snowy peak.
At that moment, Dongfang Xueyu watched them leave, his head held high.
But his mind was elsewhere, and for a long while, he couldn't snap out of it.
'A young maiden's heart in bloom... Does my little sister really admire that scoundrel Fang Yang?!'
A shiver ran down Dongfang Xueyu's spine at the thought.
His head still felt fuzzy. He wanted to deny it, but he couldn't be sure.
After all, it was perfectly normal for a young girl's heart to be stirred.
