C88 Death of the Han Family

The wind had stopped blowing, and the snow still remained on the pine trees. Occasionally, a cold wind would rustle by, causing the fine pieces of snow to fall.

A warm sun was hanging in the sky, illuminating the snowy sky and making it look crystal clear. The entire Shang Jing was like a snowy city made up of piles of ice and snow.

After all, the four streets of Vermillion Bird, White Tiger