Wang Qi came to the dormitory rooftop, stretched out his right hand, and pressed downward. Dense Tian Shang Jue power surged forth, swiftly melting and evaporating a square meter of snow. Then, carrying a jar of spirit wine, Wang Qi sat down on it.
Snowflakes still pelted down from the sky, automatically veering around Wang Qi. Even the occasional flake that came close was evaporated by the escaping heat of the Tian Shang Jue, leaving not a trace behind.
Wang Qi casually stuck the wine jar in his hand into the snow, treating it as an ice bucket. He gazed into the distance at Xinyue Mountain's inner city not far below, looking quite pleased. The cloud-and-mist formation protecting Xinyue Mountain blocked part of the snow, so the weather in the inner city looked better than that of the outer city.
The inner and outer cities of Xinyue Mountain had entirely different rhythms. The outer city was mostly inhabited by mortals, while the inner city was entirely cultivators. Cultivators were energetic and cared little for day or night, so Xinyue Mountain's inner city never slept. Moreover, cultivators did not particularly observe seasonal festivals, though that did not mean no one might feel like celebrating the New Year. Thus, this immortal city carried a little more festive cheer as well.
The jar of sweet wine in Wang Qi's hand had been bought along the way.
Perhaps to celebrate, the cloud-and-mist formation, which usually looked like nothing more than a thin veil of fog, had gained a trace of radiance today, beautiful beyond compare. The distant city that never slept was reflected amid seven-colored auspicious light filling the sky, and it truly possessed something of an earthly immortal realm's grandeur.
Wang Qi took a cup from his storage pouch and poured himself some