"Hrrr~" Jing Chen gave a soft snort, feeling a faint chill.
Its snowy hooves tapped lightly as it curiously looked around.
This was a world draped in silver and white, with frosty mist filling the sky, veiling the not-so-warm winter sun.
Yes, the spatial rift Du Yu tore open did not lead into his home on the 16th floor, but to the highest point of a building in Ancient Pine Tower City—the Emperor Mansion in the central business district.
This building was nearly 160 meters tall; standing on its top floor, one could easily overlook this lonely city.
Ever since the entire Ancient Pine Tower City relocated, this empty city had become Du Yu's private paradise.
He had gone to many places he'd never seen before, familiarizing himself with every inch of land and every brick and tile of this city.
From desolation and loneliness, to adaptation, and then to peacefully enjoying it.
