Bab 957: Nine Star Realm (1)

The glory of the North Country.

Thousands of miles of snow drifted. A lone boat with a straw bamboo hat was seen fishing alone on a cold river. The bone-piercing cold air drilled into the raincoat from all directions like knives. If it were an ordinary person, they would have long been frozen to the point of no feeling on the surface of the cold river. However, Luminarists, even Luminarists who had just lit their Life Lamps, would have endless warmth growing in their bodies.

It was rare for him to come to Feng Nation. Shen Ping had been staying in the Cold River with his wife, Yang Yimo, for the past few days. He took pleasure in fishing and enjoyed the rare scenery.

Inside the exquisite carriage, with the furnace steaming, the two bodies intertwined with each other and were closely connected. Every time, it could make the carriage shake violently. It would only stop when layers of water appeared on the white skin of Yang Yimo.