The chill of winter finally permeated this bustling land.
Winters on the Canglan Continent were never easy to get through. That coolness, wrapped in spiritual qi, felt like a magical attack drilling straight into the marrow of one's bones. Disciples with weaker cultivation couldn't help shivering, even wrapped in thick Taoist robes.
Niu Yuanshan stood alone upon the slightly shabby city wall, gazing out with sorrowful eyes at the vast, hazy mountains.
Chapter 256