Evan Drake could hardly feel any coldness in the snow-covered sky. He was like a person who accidentally entered this time and space, but was watching a drama happening to himself.
There is probably no experience more bizarre than this.
But he felt that his emotions, which had not been touched for a long time, were trembling little by little with every step he took.
It's like unearthing a wooden box covered with dust and cobwebs from a corner that has been forgotten for years. You hid the box yourself, but many years later you have forgotten its existence and what was inside. At the moment you dust off the dust and unlock the old lock, you will feel inexplicably nervous, expectant, and a mixed feeling of sadness and sourness between these two emotions.
Evan Drake walked towards the black divine stone unconsciously in the flying snow.
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