Change in Qingyang City

He returned from the pleasure boat at Qingyang Lake.

Shen Ping's cultivation life returned to normal.

Mid-October.

The cold wave of Qingyang City descended.

The ground of the small courtyard was covered in a layer of frost early in the morning. He pushed open the wooden window of the room. Waves of cold air swept in, and the warmth mixed with a special smell in the room quickly dissipated.

Yu Yan was wearing a pink embroidered mandarin duck single tulle dress. Her black hair casually draped over her fair and fragrant shoulders. She looked out of the window and said faintly, "It's another winter. Compared to Cloud Mountain Parlour, Qingyang City is even colder."

Shen Ping turned around and smiled. "Why? Do you miss Cloud Mountain Parlour?"