The daytime would not arrive soon and it was still very cold in the night. A person was about to die at this time.
The snowy lake was very bright. The Divine Light was still burning on the remnants of snow on the ice and under the lake, emitting lots of vapor. The sound of water boiling could be heard, it looked like a misty hot spring in the morning.
Xia Hou was covered in blood. His white hair draped over his shoulders and stuck together because of the blood. He looked at Ning Que, his dim eyes full of confusion, and asked hoarsely, "You were only four at that time. It is not easy for someone at that age to remember his enemy. You really hate me this much?"
The chilly wind caressed Ning Que's face. The smile on his face disappeared and he started talking.