Impetuousness of Youth

The snow in the Royal Capital fell unabated, creating an ever thickening layer of slow on the ground. Qin Wentian gazed out from the Divine Weapon Pavilion as he thought in his heart. This snow, when would it stop falling?

Below the pavilion, a figure approached, raising his head and looking at Qin Wentian, “Wentian, I’ve investigated the news you wanted to know about.”

The moment Qin Wentian heard these words, he leaped up into the air from the pavilion,= before landing gracefully on the snow-covered ground.

“Uncle Yang, how’s my father?” Qin Wentian had requested the Divine Weapon Pavilion to investigate news about his father, Qin Chuan.