Xu Qing, Do You Have a Dao Companion? (1)

Mystic War Calendar, Year 2932, December.

The winter wind carried snowflakes as it walked through the outskirts of the capital. Passing by withered trees and desolate fields, the snowflakes fluttered like fine powder.

It seemed as if they were determined to fill the cracks formed by the return of the ancient Fenghai on the ground.

They reached the heart of the city where they merged with the streets, rooftops, and bustling crowds, transforming into white mist. In this alternate form, they coexisted with the world.

Half a month had passed since the calamity brought by the Deputy Governor.

In the past half month, much like the wind and snow working to mend the cracks in the earth, the three palaces of the capital city, along with the Sword Holding Courts of ten provinces and various major sects, had all been putting their efforts into the reconstruction of Fenghai County.