775 Snowland

Year 49 of the New Calendar, February.

Although the Lunar New Year had passed, the northern Blackmarsh Wilderness didn't give the feeling that winter was ending at all thanks to the pure white snow blanketing the ground. At a glance, the entire world was cold and empty.

Long Yuehong leaned his face close to the window and looked out. He sighed with emotion and said, "This is much more shocking than the snowy scene we saw in Weed City."

At the same time, a song was playing from the small speaker with a blue bottom and a black surface on the right of the driver, Shang Jianyao. "The snow falls, and the wind blows.

"The world is completely white…"

"Can't you play some festive music? The Lunar New Year was just days ago," Jiang Baimian muttered from the passenger seat. "The song you sang during the end-of-year performance was very good."