C611 Divine Meteorite's One Hundred Million

Feather-like snowflakes, dense and heavy, fell straight down.

Standing amidst the heavy snowfall, one couldn't feel even the slightest breeze, which was quite peculiar.

"Why is it so eerily quiet here? There's not a whisper of wind, yet how are those windmills in the distance turning?" Lin Qi wondered aloud.

"Let's go inside and find out."

Wang Yao shared the same confusion