"The Cold at High Altitudes?"
This really is a novel, the cover is somewhat indescribable, showing only a faint and lonely figure gazing up at the starry sky, utterly solitary.
"What's this written about? A memoir? The Cold at High Altitudes? Must be a fantasy tale, you can tell just by looking that it's about Immortal Cultivation."
He Qing looked at Gu Ping with a puzzled expression and teased.
However, Gu Ping didn't respond immediately, which only made He Qing more curious seeing his troubled expression.
She pondered, "It's not a fantasy tale? It couldn't be written by you, could it... Not to be rude, but while this site is good, the title of your book is just not that sensational. At first glance, I thought it was taking the literary route."
