It snowed roughly half a year at a time in Archaion. Even though it should be spring in the third month, during which the south had gotten rather warm, Taiji Peak Lake was still covered in the same snow-white blanket. It was pure white all the way to the horizon.

Having returned to the sect, Tianming no longer had to live so tensely as he had when he was fending for dear life. However, Feiling's recent change brought him new worries.

Currently, he was sitting on the roof of Soulburn Hall with Feiling close by him. They were practically glued together, allowing him to indulge in the faint, yet charming fragrance she exuded.

In the courtyard below, Xian Xian's black roots were buried deep into the earth as it began ravenously gorging itself on roasted wildbeast meat while its spiritform laid in Feiling's embrace, chewing the air as if it was really eating something.

Meow Meow, on the other hand, had spread its body lazily on a large rock, basking in the little spring sunlight they got, while Lan Huang flipped itself over and spun around like a top as it laughed heartily like the purest of children, though it was loud and annoying to say the least. Lastly,...