C453 Remaining Years

A year ago, the white snow covered the entire northern lands. In the cold palace, Gong Nicheng sat on the main seat. He raised his eyebrows when he saw the report that was delivered to him, and a smile that was not a smile appeared on his face.

"Master, you don't look very happy." Grand Preceptor Zuo carefully glanced at Gong Nicheng, who just smiled and threw the paper on the table