Feiling and Tianming tussled and rolled on the snow. Feiling soon discovered that her dress had disappeared, ripped into pieces that fluttered in the wind. 

"What are you doing?" Although she tried to cover herself, she couldn't hide her beauty.

"You."

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye. They hadn’t received any notifications outside, which meant the sun emperor had yet to make his move. The second-, third-, and fourth-rate sects, as well as the entire Fushen Clan were retreating as planned. After the storm, the snow on the ground appeared even more striking. The gentle girl in his arms had quietly left while he...