Snow swirled across the sky, carrying wisps of cold that pierced to the heart.
The falling snow draped the ground in white, leaving a vast white expanse.
Every household in the Demon Realm had lit its stove. Thin trails of smoke rose and mingled with the drifting snow, scattering freely.
Su Mo stood in Phoenix Palace and raised his head, his white hair echoing the flying snow.
It seemed he had remembered the snow of that year again.
His white hair danced in the chilly wind. Flakes of snow settled on his white Confucian Robe, shimmering with flowing radiance.
The people of the Seventh Realm's Cold Sect entered the Demon Realm in a mighty procession, traveling through the air and descending outside Phoenix Palace.
Their overwhelming presence bore down oppressively, seemingly carrying fury and unprovoked killing intent.
Su Mo looked up at the sky beyond Phoenix Palace, then turned toward the green-clad maid behind him.
"Who are these people?"
He did not know the people of the Seventh Realm and had no acquaintance whatsoever with these people who had come bearing killing intent.
However, he could tell that they had come looking for trouble.
"This servant doesn't know either." The green-clad maid shook her head. Phoenix Woman had long since instructed her not to reveal anything about the outside world to Su Mo.
Above all, she was not to tell Su Mo about the waves his Dao Arts had stirred in the outside world.
Phoenix Woman seemed to want to protect that small measure of pride in Su Mo's heart.
"Perhaps they have some business here." The green-clad maid turned and smiled at Su Mo.
For some reason, after spending two months with Su Mo, the maids in the bedchamber had gradually come to care deeply about him.
Su Mo