"Hehe, this is rather interesting!" Xiao Hua tried stepping down a few times, leaving a string of footprints behind him. It looked quite amusing. The falling snowflakes were dense, and before long, they covered those footprints until they vanished from sight! Yet the snow on the street did not grow any deeper, remaining four or five finger-widths deep.
Xiao Hua had originally been surrounded by a protective glow that kept the snowflakes away from his body. Now that his interest had been piqued, he actually withdrew that protective glow. He felt snowflakes settle on his brows and cheeks, swiftly melting into droplets. Threads of coolness spread from his face and neck, making Xiao Hua feel remarkably close to them.
"Ah, after being a cultivator for so long, I only know how to use spells and have cast aside this sort of pleasure! How utterly dull!" Xiao Hua deeply inhaled the refreshing air. The damp chill entered his mouth as he watched the many cultivators nearby, floating slightly above the ground without their feet ever touching the snow, and thought to himself.
Meanwhile, he left one footprint after another as he followed the street without any particular destination.
Xiao Hua had cast off all restraints in this manner and appeared carefree. He walked along the roadside like an ordinary mortal, releasing his mind and enjoying himself. Yet in the eyes of others, he seemed exceedingly strange! Quite a few cultivators passing him by looked at him with contempt, believing his magical power was too shallow and that he was unwilling to expend it, forcing him to resort to such an inferior method!
Xiao Hua naturally noticed, but he did not care in the least. His understanding of Ghost Cultivator Huang Yi's tens of thousands of years of suffering had gradually begun