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Snowflakes slowly drifted down. In the eyes of the crowd, there wasn't the slightest bit of poetic feeling. Instead, it had the eerie feeling of a funeral procession throwing paper money.

"Don't let the snow touch your body!"

The black bearded man took out a small shield and activated it with his Heavenly Energy. A large cloud of light took the shape of an umbrella, and with a casual toss