PREVIEW
... ere unaware of the fear gripping the Long family far away.
But today, a strange wind blew from an unknown source, carrying with it the snow. It lifted Li Yaowen's hair, her strands brushing against her serene and beautiful face. Her white clothes and pale complexion almost blended her into the wintry scenery.
However, Feng Qingyang, the Nascent Soul Lore, felt the wind to be unusually cold today. He saw no beauty in Li Yaowen before him. He even dared not meet her gaze directly. ...
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