C180

It was already winter. Snowflakes fluttered in the air as a vast expanse of whiteness appeared.

A biting cold wind blew past, blowing the leaves and snow into the air.

Inside the palace, Luo Qingdeng sat quietly, as though the snow outside had nothing to do with him, and below the palace stood a guard.

"Speak, what's the matter?"

Luo Qingdeng did not raise his head