The cold wind played its tune, and white snow sealed the city.
Another three months had passed, and drifting snow had piled up at the border pass.
In past years, snow at the border pass always came a little earlier than the following year, and winter lasted longer than it did within the pass.
But this year seemed colder still...
The peach blossoms within the pass had all withered, buried beneath thick snow.
Without Su Mo presiding over Peach Mountain, those peach trees could no longer bloom through all four seasons...
Within Pass City, all was peaceful and quiet, as though everything were as beautiful as before.
Even the falling snow held a desolate beauty.
Lights blazed in every household, while outside Pass City, Su Mo was still locked in endless slaughter. The bones and bodies of demon beasts on the ground had long since piled almost as high as Pass City itself.
If not for the pass formation, the demon beasts could now have trodden a road of corpses into Pass City.
The piled remains had frozen stiff in the wind and snow, and the crimson beast blood reflected a bewitching red amid the bright, swirling snow.
Su Mo trod upon the mountain of corpses, holding fast before the pass formation. The Star Sword in his hand had long since become encrusted with crystallized blood, looking especially uncanny against the snow's pure white gleam.
Upon Pass City's walls, the war drums had never stopped...
Wu Qian beat the war drum, yet her gaze never left that figure for even a moment.
Su Mo should seemingly have tired long ago, yet somehow he kept struggling on. A thick scent of incense seemed to linger around him, refusing to disperse...
And the reason Su Mo could endure seemed to lie in