The snow kept falling heavier, Qi Tianshang and Mo Yunchen stood opposite each other, both of them figures of remarkable stature and grace, dazzling even amidst the snowy landscape.
Han Ye stood behind Qi Tianshang, stepping forward, "Honorable Master, let me take on this task."
Qi Tianshang's lips curved slightly, his expression indifferent, "Step aside, you are underestimating Mo Yunchen's abilities."
This time, he could only put Mo Yunchen at a disadvantage by leveraging Mo Yunchen's one weakness—Qin Qin.
Han Ye clenched his fists but reluctantly stepped back.
Snowflakes fell to the ground, a silver-white glow filling the space. A large snowflake descended from the sky, landing right before Qi Tianshang's eyes.
