Dead without peace, dead without peace!
Perhaps he was so angry that his vision turned black in waves, and everything he saw in the snowy sky became blurred...
The last thing left in his view was a face that seemed as fragile as ice and snow, beautiful but easily broken.
Alas, beautiful as it is, unfortunately, it is not Zhao Wuyan.
On the verge of his consciousness shattering, he thought hazily like this, suddenly jolting awake—
"Jiang Wang is not dead!!!"
He didn't know if he shouted this, but he had already used up all his strength. His eyelids finally fell completely, and consciousness plummeted into darkness, never to awaken or be aware again.
And over the rules of the Sky Stele Snow Ridge, there came a woman walking in the vast wind and snow. She stood there, untouched by the snow. Thin, fragile, extremely beautiful, and extremely mournful, she seemed like a crystal glass.
