In Yu Emperor City, the ground is covered with white powder that emits a faint halo, resembling the snow of the Northern Country in winter.
When blown by the wind, the powder flutters and falls, turning the entire city into a world clad in silver. Adding to this, the place has a majestic atmosphere and is shrouded in mystery, like a heavenly paradise, dream-like and incredibly beautiful.
"Wow, how beautiful!"
Lian Hongshang, looking at the breathtaking cityscape, could not help but let out a gasp of amazement.
Li Chen catches a "snowflake" in his hand and gently crushes it between his fingers.
"Hongshang, if I told you all this was transformed from ashes, would you still find it beautiful?"
Upon hearing the word "ashes," even Lian Hongshang, who had long lived in the Barbaric land of the Southern Border, turned pale suddenly.
She watched the snowflakes being picked up by the wind and fluttering down, and couldn't help shivering.
