C620 The winter hunt is approaching

Time flew by, and it was as if flowing water. Unknowingly, the autumn had passed, and the cold winter truly arrived.

The snow-white goose feathers that fluttered in the air were like willow catkins. On the ground, they were wrapped in a layer of silver as if they were wearing a snow-white robe.

Although the current Lingxiao City still had a tense and stifling atmosphere