Chapter 476: The Wail of the Cicadas

Suddenly the wind blew hard and the snow sheeted down in the night forest. However, the seemingly light and thin snowflake was not blown away by the roaring wind, nor did it gradually disappear inside the dense snow. Instead, the arrogant and lonely snowflake slowly fell from the sky, regardless of the strong wind and other snowflakes, eventually staying over one of the Third Minister of Offerings' shoulders.

Trapped by the monk's Emblematic Gesture, the Third Minister of Offerings who sat cross-legged in the snow, could not move at all. He watched the snowflake falling on his shoulder, feeling confused.

When the thin snowflake fell, the monk stopped walking toward the lake bank with his sandals deeply sunk in the thick snow, and he turned back, watching the snowflake silently.