When Qin Liuxi emerged from the domain constructed by Feng Xiu, the snow outside had stopped. It had snowed for a full half a month, and in some places, the snow had piled up to three feet thick.
"The snow has stopped." Feng Xiu looked at the vast expanse of white outside, and finally, the sun broke through the sky.
"It should have stopped. If it didn't, the disaster relief would have been even harder."
The two turned around and looked at the Little Ginseng Spirit and Teng Zhao, who were standing silently inside, and said, "Are you two trying to act as the Gate Gods?"
Little Shen pointed at herself and then at Feng Xiu, aligning the two fingers together: "What were you up to?"
They even conjured a space folding, what major event requires such secrecy?
Feng Xiu grinned mischievously: "What do you think we were up to?"
He gave Qin Liuxi a deliberately ambiguous glance.
Qin Liuxi replied irritably: "Be serious."
