The skies over the Guang Han Domain grew colder, much like the endless icy blood of dead cultivators.
The world was vast and desolate, and the snow continued to fall outside Snow City in the Cold Ice Abyss, whispering as it landed.
This sound was like the soft weeping of a homeless wanderer.
Yet amidst the wailing of the wind, a voice emerged in a contented laugh, as if savoring a rare happiness.
"Haha, there's finally news from Master. These years of bitter cultivation have been worthwhile. Will I soon be battling alongside Master outside the realm?"
Hou Chen exclaimed in anticipation after slaying the final, formidable Crystal Giant Bone Spider.
In days of hardship, having hope, having dreams, is indeed a kind of happiness.
"We have to wait for the results. Before the outcome, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."
An untimely voice interrupted Hou Chen's beautiful dreams.
However, the voice bore no sarcasm or contempt, merely stating matters of fact.
