In the mortal world, March has flowers blooming everywhere, yet the peak of Tianyong Mountain is still covered in heavy snow.
The pavilions and eaves around the Heaven God Temple, the green bamboo, and the Qingyun Pine are all cloaked in a dazzling white coat.
At this moment, the Heaven God Temple resembles a fairy in white, serene, out of this world, with an aloof aura. The rising white mist adds a touch of mystery to this fairy.
A woman stood on the threshold of the Heavenly God Residence, eagerly awaiting the return of Wang Ye.
Her hands were clasped before her abdomen, her beautiful eyes fixated on the east. Her body was enveloped by a faint purple Spiritual Energy, which kept her from feeling cold.
"The Sect Master returns today."
Ya Yun's mind was filled with thoughts of Wang Ye.
