The dark clouds above seemed like a vast net that couldn't hold, releasing heavy snowflakes.
Shen Wen'an reached out his hand to catch a slowly falling snowflake, only to find it exceptionally cold.
These eerie snowflakes, if they fell into the hands of ordinary people, would freeze their hands instantly.
He blew gently, blowing away the snowflake from his palm, and waved to set up a Protective Sword Essence Light Shield around his body.
The drifting snowflakes landed on the light shield and slowly slid off.
This strange heavy snow did not last long. Once the surroundings were covered in snow and ice, Shen Wen'an suddenly heard the sound of footsteps crunching through the snow behind him.
He turned around, surprised, and cupped his hands in greeting.
"Father?"
"Why are you here?"
The snow began to abate, and Shen Yuan, wearing a wide gray robe and luxurious clothing, walked over with his hands behind his back.
