In the early morning, the heavy snow that had lasted for several days had quietly stopped at some unknown point, and the thick clouds blanketing the sky had vanished as well.
The newborn sun cast down glittering rays like shattered gold, while the ice crystals frozen upon the buildings refracted dazzling light beneath the morning glow.
The snow on the streets had already hardened, and pedestrians came and went in an endless stream.
Luo Chuan stretched lazily before the window. Breathing in the fresh air of the winter morning, the remnants of drowsiness in his mind dissipated like smoke.
Today looked as though it would be fine weather.
There was no such thing as a weather forecast in the Tianxing Empire, so what the weather would be like over the next few days was entirely up to fate.
Of course, though there was no weather forecast, there were things even more miraculous than one.
Through calculation, Wen Tianji could easily learn of weather changes months in advance.
The rooms in Snow Maple Pavilion were all spacious, with every sort of facility readily available, naturally including places to wash up.
In such matters, Earth and this world clearly shared quite a few things in common.
After spending a few minutes simply brushing his teeth and washing his face with clean water, Luo Chuan was done freshening up.
In truth, for Luo Chuan, washing up or not did not make much difference.
Cultivators of great strength could maintain their own cleanliness through spiritual power, and had no need for such an inefficient method of cleaning.
But that was not important to Luo Chuan.
Habits formed over many years were not so easily changed, and he did not wish to change them either. Life needed a bit of ceremony, after all.
Besides, brushing