"The end of the year is approaching, and Yandong's wedding day is almost here," Yun Yanshui remarked.
"The reconstruction of the market district is also nearly complete."
"Time certainly flies," he added, sitting down by the table, pouring himself a cup of hot tea, and taking a leisurely sip.
"Master often said that time is meaningless in cultivation," Yun Yanshuang said thoughtfully.
"I never truly understood those words until I embarked on the path of cultivation myself. Only now do I grasp their meaning."
She glanced out the window. The overcast sky had begun to release large, downy snowflakes. Her expression brightened with delight.
"Brother, it's snowing!"
"Haha! Let's go build a snowman!" Yun Yanshui exclaimed.
The snow was falling heavily, and before long, a thick layer of frost blanketed the ground.
With a laugh, he leaped out of the window and landed outside, immediately starting to build a snowman with unbridled joy.
