Snow still fell from the overcast skies, yet the matter had settled into dust.
Until the Ghost perished, the third realm of Ghost Mountain would never again exist in this world.
Everything seemed predestined, and although the Second River was furious to the extreme, he knew to cut his losses in time.
With a sweep of his palm, he cleared the crowd that had been rushing to kill and, with a cold snort, vanished into the darkness.
Baili An glanced once at the lady in white standing amid the flying frost, and whether by coincidence or accident, her position was not far from him, just three steps away.
Like a character of silver snow from the heavens, she now gave the illusion of being within arm's reach.
Her black hair, like crow feathers, was covered with a thin layer of light snow, even more highlighting her ice-cold beauty, as pure and cold as snow itself.
