Chapitre 927: The Great Fissure

Meanwhile, the bosses had arrived at the office.

The candidate rankings were already on display on the screen.

Snow fell thick and fast, the snowflakes dancing in a hazy mist.

Frost hung over the gleaming white snowfield.

Grand Secretary Fang and the others cried out when they saw the amount of snow.

It was so much thicker than the last time they set eyes on the snowfield!

It had more than doubled!

They couldn't begin to imagine how cold it had to be in Proud Snowfield.

No one could take their eyes off the candidates on the screen.

The teenagers that used to be so vivacious looked miserable at the moment. Their cheeks were red and chapped from the cold wind and their lips had turned purple. Frost had covered their eyebrows and hair, turning them into human-sized snowmen.