C350 Strange Bead.

As time passed, the sky turned white. The snowstorm had already died down after an entire night. There were only traces of white clouds in the sky. It was just like the old saying of the northern country, "After the storm, the sky will clear."

"The sky will clear after the snow? This is a good sign."

Liu Yang squinted his eyes and looked at the sky. He then threw himself into the formation