C1142 The Snow will Never be Blown in the Winter Pantheon 1
The snow covered the face and the winter wind was like a cold blade, slashing at one's face. Bai Yin Ling shivered. She put down the curtain on the window sill and ruthlessly rubbed her hands together.
The carriage stopped at this moment. The coachman opened the door and said politely, "Third Miss, this is Spirit Mountain."
Bai Yiling shivered in the cold