Snowing

"This night snow seems unfair to me, but it is actually unfair to Xia Hou."

Looking at the snow on the other side of the lake, Ning Que shook his head and continued, "The array eye pestle was taken away by His Majesty. It definitely makes me unhappy, but it is fair. It seems unfair because my cultivation is not nearly as good as his. However, I've prepared for this battle for a total of fifteen years. He doesn't know that there exists a man like me quietly keeping an eye on him, thus it makes the battle even."

"As long as the battle is only between him and me, I acknowledge the fairness of it."

Sangsang shrank into herself and tightly held the handle of the big black umbrella to make sure it would not be blown away by the heavy wind and snow. She whispered, "Young Master, are you worried that someone will stick their nose in?"