Chapter 455 The Grass from the Ground

Outside the courtyard of the sword pavilion, sparse snow piled up on the fence, and while the wind was still bitterly cold, the new buds of the willows were already pulling out.

The Air Hunt shattered its own divine kingdom and subdued the sea with its body, and its people sank into the depths of the sea, where they would assimilate into fish over the long years, never setting foot on land again.

The last of the shipwrecks had subsided, and almost all the acolytes had walked down the mountains, and the people who had experienced the disaster were rebuilding in the ruins.

Shao Xiaoli felt like he had a long dream.

By the time she woke up, the time had come to late February.

The last of the winter winds blew across the land, mixing cold with mildness.

Shao Xiaoli slowly opened his eyes, and the tip of his nose caught a trace of medicinal fragrance that came from his own body.

Shao Xiaoli lay still for a while, and when she regained consciousne