In the night.
Yun Songzi stood still for a long while.
At the thought that the man and woman had been able to meet the Blacksmith Shop's master with merely the words "Late Snowfall," Yun Songzi could not help but sigh inwardly.
Heaven Snow City truly was far from simple!
In the courtyard behind the Blacksmith Shop.
Lanterns hung high, their light swaying in the night.
When the Cloth Robe Man saw the blue-robed youth strolling in as though taking a leisurely walk through his own garden, he froze for a moment, a faintly strange look appearing in his eyes.
As for You Xue, who followed behind Su Yi, the Cloth Robe Man did not pay much attention to her.
"This place is still the same as before—oppressive, stifling, and dull."
Su Yi swept his gaze around before looking at the Cloth Robe Man.
For once, a hint of a smile appeared on the Cloth Robe Man's stern, unsmiling face. "Meeting ten thousand changes with one constant is always better than drifting with the current."
As he spoke, he made an inviting gesture. "Sit."
Su Yi naturally sat down opposite the Cloth Robe Man.
You Xue stood at Su Yi's side. This girl, cold and proud by nature, was unusually somewhat reserved at this moment.
From the instant she entered this old courtyard, she had felt an indescribable sense of oppression.
It could neither be shaken off nor dispersed.
And the source of that invisible oppression was the Cloth Robe Man!
He was lean, seated upright, his bearing like congealed cold iron, carrying an intangible spirit that seemed eternal and unchanging.
At first glance, one felt as though one was not facing a person, but a lone, steep mountain rising amid the vast heavens and earth, gazing calmly upon