Behind the main hall of the temporary cabin, there is a small compartment of ten square meters.
In the small compartment, there is a small square podium with a diameter of two meters.
As soon as they entered the compartment, everyone behind Xia Chuan first glanced at the black-clad Xia Hong on the small podium and then looked up, their expressions suddenly shook.
The corresponding roof with the small podium has a hole, where snowflakes drift in from outside, and moonlight pours through, just enveloping Xia Hong.
Strangely, those palm-sized snowflakes vaporize and rise a few inches away from Xia Hong's body, as if his body is emitting an intensely high temperature.
Xia Hong's silk black clothing faintly glows, and his delicate skin becomes ever more crystal clear like jade, making him seem as if he is glowing.
In everyone's hearts, Xia Hong's image is already grand, and seeing him now, with a hint of divine appearance and posture, made their gazes even more fervent.
