In this ever-changing world, sometimes the tail end of autumn has only just swept past when winter follows close behind, arriving quietly.
Winter is an elegant fairy, dancing in her magical veil, dressing the earth in a coat of silver and making it breathtakingly beautiful.
"What is down there?" Muyin and her companions stepped on the accumulated snow, standing before a bottomless pit. Alin used the light of a torch to ask the person beside her. Mo Ranchen shook his head, kicked a pebble down, and heard no echo for a long time.
Chapter 112