Retreat for days.
Qin Ming leisurely carried his hands behind his back as he left the cave mansion.
The outside world was already a vast expanse of white.
On the surface of Wangyue Lake, a thin mist hovered, as if draped with a layer of ethereal gauze, immortal energy swirling around.
After the snowstorm cleared, the main peak of the island displayed snow, misty pines, a sea of clouds, and sunrise all together.
The silver-draped winter at Wangyue Island shone brilliantly, like a fairyland.
Qin Ming walked out of the cave mansion, checking on the growth of the spirit plants along the way.
His lifebound spirit plant, the Longevity Vine, stood like a towering giant tree amidst the icy world, also covered with a thick layer of ice and snow.
Qin Ming swiftly moved downward.
He had just opened the defense array, when Wu Jiang and Mu Ruyin came over, each holding a baby in their hands.
Their eyebrows brimmed with a cheerful glow.
