Ning Ruo shook her head slightly.
"We agreed I'd explain everything tomorrow. You can't ask again, Brother Xu."
"All right."
It was only one more day, after all.
The two of them dropped the subject and continued walking along the road.
The snow was falling heavily, and before long they saw lifelike snowmen piled up on both sides of the road.
Even the biggest only came up to about waist height, small and dainty.
Actually, the inner disciples of the Spirit Sound Workshop had more than enough cultivation and supernatural arts to change the weather at will.
But... this was the inner sect's Cave Heaven. Who would dare?
Because the seasons in the Cave Heaven followed their proper course, and it only snowed for a short time each year, the inner disciples of the Spirit Sound Workshop would build snowmen and have snowball fights whenever the snow came, adding a little cheer to these rare snowy days.
What was scarce was always worth cherishing.
Except for cultivators who practiced certain extreme techniques or were naturally cold-hearted,
most cultivators, besides being better at controlling themselves, still had their own joys and sorrows, loves and desires, dislikes and hatreds.
Naturally, they couldn't stay tense all the time.
Boom!!!
A tremendous crash suddenly rang out nearby. Xu Xing and Ning Ruo stopped and looked toward the sound.
It came from an open clearing, with Snow Mulberry Trees growing all around it.
Bright formation markings shimmered, forming a transparent, pale-gold hemispherical barrier. Runes flowed across its surface, clearly marking it as no ordinary formation.
Streaks of light shot through the barrier at high speed. A closer look revealed that they were actually snowballs wrapped in magical power.
Several inner disciples of the Spirit Sound Workshop flew back and forth through the air. Clearly, they