Snow fell silently, without a sound. I don't know how long it had been falling. It seemed that ever since the day I was born, the snow in Jixue City had been falling quietly without end. In my memories, the swirling snow was like flowers torn to pieces, leaving one stretch after another of silent sorrow imprinted in the lonely flow of time. My name is Xue Chu, a name that all the divine clans in Jixue City look up to. Everyone here calls me Young Lord. I quietly took one last look at the sphere atop the Snow-Building Platform, its surface shimmering with a cold light. It is called the Heaven of Jixue, a sacred treasure in the eyes of the people of Jixue City. They say it can give anyone who feels regret or clings to an obsession another chance to choose, making up for certain regrets that cannot otherwise be undone. And yet, in the end, all of this was nothing more than an illusion...
