After finishing his call with Shao Qiming, Su Zhou hung up and carefully placed his phone inside a sealed metal box on the rooftop.
"The snow is really coming down." Fully armed and ready, Su Zhou exhaled a puff of white breath. He stood on the snow-covered rooftop, raised his hand, and watched a few snowflakes land in his palm, melt, and then evaporate into wisps of white steam.
In the darkness of the deep night, Su Zhou looked out at the hazy glow of Hongcheng's neon lights. The frigid wind and blizzard from high above formed a pure white curtain, draping a veil over the entire city.
In Su Zhou's eyes, the entire city's Spiritual Light formed the foundation of a massive, strangely harmonious Array. Its brilliant glow was like quantum encryption, constantly maintaining a dynamic stability. It shifted its form and altered its details with every person's movement and state, making it incredibly difficult to analyze.
