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When Zhao Layue left the courtyard, He Zhan was barbecuing fish for Sese in the courtyard. He consoled Sese by saying that the hotpot she cooked that day tasted pretty good. The similar events occurred throughout White Town; the regular folks comforted and pleased each other. However, in comparison to what it was like many years ago, fewer pilgrims were seen on the streets.

The Broadsword King had been recuperating in the small temple for the past ninety years; no miracle had been witnessed in the human world. As such, people's faith had abated.

What mortals didn't know about was that the Cultivation practitioners were fighting against the monsters of the Snowy Kingdom all the time in the snowland, where these mortals didn't dare step foot, though they had done so for different purposes.