Crash!
Ripples spread across the water.
A man with an unusually high forehead emerged from the frozen lake, pushing through shattered ice and piled snow.
The wind was like knives, frost whirled through the Celestial Vault. Looking in every direction, he saw undulating snow ridges, like the surging waves of a long river, like a White Dragon lying across the mountains.
Such beauty truly stirred the urge to compose poetry—
If not for the man emerging from the lake sneezing nonstop.
"Ah—choo!"
With one sneeze, a cloud of white vapor instantly billowed up before him.
The friend whom the Marquis of Wu'an of Great Qi called brilliant beyond measure could not help putting his hands on his hips, looking proudly about as he said, "Senior Sister Zhao must be thinking—"
"Ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo!"
"Looks like Senior Sister Zhao misses me terribly—"
"Ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo!"
Forget it.
Unable to get out a complete sentence, Xu Gao'e rubbed his nose, red from the cold, and hurriedly cleaned away the lake water clinging to him.
Any later, and it would have frozen.
What a hellish place! It suppressed Supernatural Power and inhibited Daoist Arts alike.
Yet its wind-knives and frost-swords were exceptionally bitter.
Even a dignified Outer Tower of Supernatural Power had caught a cold from the freezing weather!
Who could have imagined that his romantic journey with Senior Sister Zhao would suffer such a head-on blow in the flawless white Snow Kingdom?
They had accidentally become embroiled in the Winter Emperor's struggle to attain the Dao. Trouble after trouble came on the heels of the last, leaving him frazzled and with no mind for romance—well, to be precise, Senior Sister Zhao had no mind for romance. As for him, he could find a way to love no matter what circumstances