Winter City, Eastern District Airport.
After getting off the plane, Feng Qi was greeted by biting cold winds and snowflakes drifting down like scraps of paper, filling every corner of his vision.
Settling into his wheelchair, Gu Sha pushed him toward the airport exit.
Even wrapped in thick clothing, Feng Qi could still feel the cold seeping into him.
He was no stranger to this city.
On a previous Sacrifice Timeline, he had once lived here with the Mist Lord for some time.
Thinking back, he could wear short sleeves in such harsh weather without being affected in the slightest.
But his body was no longer what it used to be. He could clearly feel the marks time had left on him.
His vision often blurred now. Especially after waking up, he always needed quite a while before he could see the outside world clearly.
He also often felt mentally exhausted. Sometimes, even while doing something, he would unknowingly grow drowsy.
He also often sank into memories. Anything he saw could pull him into a scene from the past...
But fortunately, he had endured until today.
As long as he could find Mu Yao in Winter City, the persistence of this Sacrifice Timeline would finally receive its greatest reward.
Even if he still had to die, there would be no regrets in his heart by then.
After leaving the airport and arriving at the designated location, the members of the team he had sent to investigate Winter City were already waiting for him.
At their head stood a man wearing black tactical sunglasses.
He was around one meter eighty-five tall, broad and powerfully built. His expression was stern and upright, and he carried an air of authority and righteousness.
The man's name was Di Cong. Thirty-six years old, he had