"Little brother, up so early, huh?" The next morning, Zhao Changhe got out of bed and, as usual, practiced in the courtyard. An honest elderly peasant came over with a sigh, bringing hot soup. "In a few days, it'll be the New Year. To be traveling this time of the year, life is hard for everyone these days..."
Zhao Changhe was taken aback.
Watching the snow flying over Kunlun, his mind was still in winter, but had the New Year really approached so soon? Time had flown so fast...
Though it had seemed like a short stay in Kunlun, a month had actually passed.
He vividly remembered when Chaotic World Book reported the delay; it was early December back then, though he didn't know exactly which day. Perhaps the early part of the month was almost over.
Then, unknowingly, another half month had slipped by...
