Da Wa sat bundled up like a little lucky doll inside the carriage.
Even the carriage curtains had been thickened.
Xu Feng was taking Da Wa to see the City Guild, not to freeze him to death on the way. Even making him recite his lessons was just Xu Feng's wicked idea of tormenting him a little.
Sure enough, the moment Xu Feng asked him to recite, Da Wa's heart turned colder than the depths of winter outside.
I'm not suffering alone, Da Wa. You can suffer too!
But Da Wa couldn't recite a thing.
Xu Feng made a show of scaring him a little.
Then his mind wandered.
Xu Feng wasn't afraid of this visit to the Three Matron Temple. He simply felt reluctant to go. As before, he had felt no joy after the Great Stitching Calamity. Instead, he felt as though old friends had been swept away by wind and rain. He had completed each of his tasks. The only one left was the Yellow River Demon Corpse.
But that was a task of "Ominous" difficulty.
The Yellow River Demon Corpse wasn't the Yellow River changing course. Still, one thing had piled upon another like a rolling snowball.
And that snowball was already large enough.
What Xu Feng faced now, though, was the departure of people close to him.
No matter how he looked at it, Master, Shen Jicheng, and Mr. Li were all older than he was.
They were far more likely to leave before him than he was to drop dead first.
And this was the perfect life Zhao San had imagined.
For Xu Feng, though,
it was something he would have to live through in full.
Snow drifted down, and all of it was recorded in the Luoyin Chronicle.
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