C1273

The snow fluttered about, blowing the cloak until it made a rustling sound.

His hair danced in the wind, but the youth's figure was as tall and straight as a bamboo in the midst of flying snow.

The streets of Zhong Zhou were in chaos.

People were flying around like headless flies, filling the atmosphere with a sense of unease.

Jun Qingchen did not stop his footsteps