Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Daoqiong stands in front of the Shenghuan Hall, and his robes are fluttering in the breeze on the snowy night.

When looking from a distance, there seemed to be stars streaking across the night sky, like fireflies, disappearing at the end of the field of vision in the blink of an eye.

"cold…"

Dao Qiongcang felt the coldness of the snowy weather for the first time.

He reached into his sleeves and covered his forearms, feeling a little cold in his palms.

This is not a good sign.

Just now

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