The fierce snowstorm blew through He Ao's hair as he lifted his head, his gaze fixed on the card in front of him that was turned away.
The card naturally flipped open, revealing the face of the card.
The card's illustration depicted a haze of mist under the sunlight, with a huge and vague silhouette seated on a high-backed chair in the center of the mist.
The misty veil obscured his posture and appearance, yet there was a faint sense of his enormous body, along with a hint of a holy aura.
Beneath the mist, there were faintly swaying flowers, squeezed into the frame.
At the edge of this mist, the entire border of the illustration emitted a faint orange-purple glow, intertwining and then disappearing into the depths of the mist, making it impossible to discern its shape.
These were all the elements that a mere glance could capture from this illustration.
But at this moment, He Ao did not immediately divert his gaze from the illustration, instead carefully searching the image.
