C641 Your Mind Is in a Mess

"Pop, pop, pop."

Loud applause sounded in the Tang Dynasty. Tang Weiji was not serious. He clapped lazily.

"Wonderful, wonderful."

The sky was as bright as a glass mirror. A cloud climbed up from the sky and left a faint footprint on the mirror.

The snow on the roof turned into water, and the water condensed into an ice skate that hung down from the roof