Snowflakes flutter and fly; in the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.
Winter descended; outside Cyan Peak Daoist School's grand array, white snowflakes fell continuously, the waters of the Great Marsh were chilling cold.
Yet inside the grand array of the Cyan Peak Daoist School, it remained as warm as spring.
Inside Qianyuan Cave, Gu Yuan finished washing the last portion of Spiritual Liquid into his eyes.
"Swish!"
The cold yet warm liquid crossed his eyes, Gu Yuan felt a tingling itch in his eyes, as if something was about to grow out.
This tingling sensation had persisted for forty-eight days.
But today, it was noticeably stronger.
Furthermore, Gu Yuan sensed his eyeballs were heating up, extremely hot, like some hot flow was ready to gush out.
After a while, this peculiar feeling gradually faded away.
The eyes became refreshed again, incomparably cool.
"This is..."
But everything in front of Gu Yuan had changed its appearance.
