As the maple leaves withered, winter arrived in the blink of an eye.
The first snow came quietly, spreading a bitter, chilling cold through the air.
Xu Changqing sat cross-legged on a lotus seat, cultivating with his eyes closed.
Suddenly sensing something, he opened his eyes and took out the Grain Lord Token.
Spiritual light flashed across its surface, telling him that someone was looking for him.
Yet there were only a handful of people in the entire Immortal Sect who could use this method to contact him.
Either it was his master, Mu Ji.
Or it was Flower Elder, the steward.
Sure enough, after he injected a thread of spiritual power into it, Flower Elder's voice came from the other end.
"Grain Lord, we've just received word that disciples from the Dragon-Tiger Immortal Sect will come to our Immortal Sect for exchanges next spring."
"Oh?"
"I heard that all of their top five core disciples will be coming!"
"Lei Yuan, the one ranked first, will be coming too?"
"Grain Lord, this is a great chance to trade seeds!"
Remembering Mu Yunsheng's reminder, Xu Changqing replied, "Thank you for informing me, Flower Elder."
After ending the Communication Talisman, he looked out the window.
Snow fell silently, quietly blanketing the Spirit Fields and houses.
The entire world was clad in silver, with no other colors visible.
"Senior Brother Zhu... I miss you!"
Snow fell outside, while a warm brazier burned indoors.
Xu Changqing, Ruo Qunshuang, and Linglong did not care; cold and heat made no difference to them.
The main concern was that Sun Shangxiang and Lin Feng had only just begun cultivating and could not yet use spiritual power to protect their bodies, so they needed a little more warmth in winter.
At this moment, Xu Changqing sat