C848 The Killing Saint Is Going out Not a Single Blade of Grass Grows!

There's snow falling from the sky, falling into the mortal world.

He advised the emperor to drink a cup of wine, the sun rises from the west, there are no old friends.

The deep winter season always carried a chilly chill. This year's winter seemed to be especially early and also exceptionally cold.

Even the leaves and the wind carried a bone-piercing coldness