One red, one black, two beads named "Summer" and "Winter," more beautiful than any gemstone in the world, spun in Li Qianxia's palm.
"Yao sister, do you think it can succeed?" She closed her palm, putting away the beads.
"It's difficult." Turquoise Pool's white hair almost merged with the snow.
The dark clouds overhead rolled violently, and the cold wind's howl grew increasingly fierce.
Yang Qinglan held the Frost Queen's dossier in her hand, the corner of the pages flicking as if struggling with the will of the queen.
Suddenly the snowstorm abated, until it stopped completely, and the clouds slowly dispersed to reveal the bright galaxy, Li Changzhou opened his eyes.
He had absorbed all the energy of the blizzard.
"Should we return to the center to search for the Crown?" Turquoise Pool brushed away her white hair that lingered by her lips, the wind having stopped.
"The Crown has no energy fluctuations, tossed among ruins, it would take us a hundred years to find."
