Time was the cheapest thing of all, always slipping away when no one noticed.
This winter seemed even colder than previous years. The land was frozen, wind and snow swayed through the air, and flakes like willow catkins suddenly turned wild and violent.
Gu Hui walked along Lane 47. The snow had piled up to nearly half a foot deep, and many shops had long since closed. Only one still kept a dim yellow light burning.
Old Brush Studio...
"Who are you?" Sang Sang was carrying a shovel out to clear the snow when she looked up and saw a figure. Upon closer inspection, she realized she did not know him.
"I'm here to see Ning Que!"
"Young Master, someone's here to see you!" Sang Sang stopped shoveling and immediately turned to run inside after looking at Gu Hui.
The moment Gu Hui entered, he saw Ning Que sprawled beside the stove, wrapped head to toe in a blanket like a hibernating snake, utterly motionless.
"It's you?" Ning Que had an excellent memory, and he suddenly recalled everything from back then—terrifying and powerful.
If not for this man, his parents would have long since...
If not for this man, the Xuanwei General would have long since become a pile of ruins.
Ning Que swiftly got to his feet and bowed. "Thank you for saving my life back then, sir."
"Haha, you've got quite the memory, kid. To still remember it after all these years at such a young age—you truly are someone from beyond this world."
Ning Que immediately became guarded upon hearing that.
"Relax. If I meant you harm, I wouldn't have saved you back then."
"You're someone from beyond this world, an anomaly. But you're also someone the Haotian World needs right now."
"Oh, and I see that