"I am the old monk!" someone shouted from the crowd.
"Who is the old monk?!"
By this time, Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia had already left the crowd, following the candies flying in the sky.
Walking through the streets and alleys, they saw candy fall into a courtyard. The two of them leaped up and landed lightly on the eaves like feathers, looking into the yard.
"Pah! What is this? It's not sweet at all."
In the courtyard, it seemed like a snow festival was taking place. The snow that Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan had seen earlier was piled up into various shapes - palaces, houses, pedestrians, and carriages.
Upon closer inspection, this was part of the Capital. The little snowmen walking on the road were actually moving.
This was a map made of snow.
Hovering above the map was a young girl with white skin, golden blonde hair, and a pair of bright, expressive blue eyes. Around the girl floated candies of a dazzling blue hue.
