Seven days later, the snow stopped.
Red Maple Valley lay covered beneath a layer of snow, looking tranquil and pristine.
Now and then, a faint breeze swept past, gently swaying the branches and shaking down fine flakes of snow with a soft rustle.
In the distant spirit fields, across the earth and mountains, everything wore a cloak of slowly melting snow. New tender shoots were beginning to poke out bit by bit.
As Xu Changqing watched in silence, he too breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the snow had stopped, they could count this disaster brought by the Snow of the Cold Abyss as having been weathered.
As for himself, it did not matter much. Nothing was planted in winter anyway, and the Five-Element Four-Seasons Array protected the place, so there was no need to worry about losses.
The crucial thing was the other spirit farmers—especially Miao Huayu, Xu Linshan, and the others who had only recently become full members. A disaster like this would certainly bring them tremendous pressure, perhaps even leave psychological scars.
"Old Xu, we're here!"
At that moment, Hu Bugui's voice came from the entrance.
He was not alone. Zhao Ziyue, whom they had not seen in a long time, was with him as well.
Xu Changqing's figure flashed, vanishing from where he stood as though he had teleported. When he reappeared, he was already at the entrance. Smiling lightly, he said, "You finally made it."
Hu Bugui had now reached Foundation Establishment.
Zhao Ziyue had found someone to rely on.
And the disaster had just passed.
That made three happy occasions, enough to warrant a celebration.
Hu Bugui was still the same as ever, bringing a great many things.
If it had been the Zhao Ziyue of the past, his hands would surely