Morning has descended.
Sunlight streams in from outside the window.
Outside the window, white birds sing joyfully, disturbing Wang Ye's dream.
"It's dawn."
Wang Ye opened his eyes and looked outside; the light was a bit glaring.
The surrounding air was chilly.
The cold air made Wang Ye shiver.
"Why is it so cold?"
Wang Ye frowned.
The weather in Blackwater City is not typically this cold.
Moreover, it's already April, the season when flowers bloom.
This is definitely not a natural phenomenon; someone must be using a cultivation technique.
"Another peerless master has appeared."
Wang Ye murmured to himself.
Immediately, he mobilized his spiritual energy, dispersing the cold air around him.
His body emitted waves of heat.
Thus, the room became a bit warmer.
Then, Wang Ye sped toward Blackwater Square.
Flying over countless pavilions.
The cold wind was biting.
The closer he got to Blackwater Square, the more he felt the air becoming increasingly frigid.
