The first snow in a hundred years actually fell today.
In the grand palace, under the Baijie Tower, countless frost arrows were aimed at Wen Jinhe and his mother Yuan Xin. Today is her wedding day.
Wen Jinhe smiled sadly and looked at Yan Wangchuan on the balcony.
"Yan Wangchuan, you said you wanted to marry me."
Yan Wangchuan upstairs had hollow eyes and said dullly, "Witch clan, damn it."
Thousands of miles away, at the border between the immortal and demon kingdoms, Yan Wangchuan heard the news that everything was normal and suddenly turned back to look at the palace of the immortal kingdom.
A bright purple mist filled the sky, exaggerating the sunset and blending into the vast desert to the west.
Purpose: To exterminate the ancient elves and the black-bellied God of War