I have always been unwilling to believe that the cold vines that have not appeared in the demon clan for thousands of years will now spread like a plague. The wind and snow roared and collided hysterically, and flashes of lightning tore and stirred the dark purple sky. I walked along the pale stone steps towards the altar that symbolizes royal power. My consciousness became increasingly blurred. The contiguous palaces were crumbling. The half face of the great wizard Yin Ni's mask was smiling strangely. Sitting on the dragon chair, you fell asleep peacefully... The kites have faded, winter is coming, and the world is in chaos. Yi Bai, will we see each other again? …