Nearby, Xia Fangran finally spoke up. "The Snow Burning Army will arrive in about a minute. Which history book did you say that was recorded in?"
Rong Taotao looked a little embarrassed. "Un... unofficial history."
Because of his mother, Rong Taotao had always paid far too much attention to the war history of the northern Snow Realm. He read all sorts of bizarre books and hadn't learned much of the official curriculum, but he had developed a reputation for being... "well-read."
Xia Fangran didn't seem to mind. The Snow Realm Vortex had been open for sixty years, and with visibility constantly obscured by raging blizzards, the place was a natural breeding ground for horror stories. It was no surprise that all sorts of myths about ghosts and gods had taken root.
He said, "Calamity Xuerong. That's a pretty interesting name."
