Qin Yu and his two companions had just emerged from the transmission array when they felt a burst of coldness on their faces.
Looking up, they saw the overwhelming goose feather-like snow covering everything. Qiu Zhongfu, who stood behind Qin Yu, commented, "Snow City is indeed marvelous, with its year-long snowfall."
Qin Yu nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the giant floating city in the sky.
The snowflakes fluttered, but the enormous city was still conspicuous. Its entirely black walls and massive volume imposed an overwhelming sense of oppression.
"Snow City, this is Snow City," Qin Yu murmured as he gazed at it.
This was Qin Yu's first time observing Snow City from the outside. Uncle Fu said at his side, "Master, shall we fly to the gates of Snow City first?"
