Xuanxiao hovered in mid-air, gazing down at the snowfield below. After a long silence, he finally sighed, raised his hand to form a hand seal, and instantly a violent gale whipped across the snowfield, howling like weeping ghosts.
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed filled with this wailing sound of creation, while the snow continued to fall without cease.
Yet this snow was rather peculiar. Despite the ferocious gale, very little of the accumulated snow was actually blown away; but clearing the snowfield was not Xuanxiao's objective.
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