Chapter 1180 : Transformation

• As the recitation in Lin Qiang's ears gradually subsided, the biting cold wind around him also gradually calmed down, as if the bone-chilling coldness of the past had become a thing of the past.
• The snow on the peak also disappeared along with the crisp sound of breaking, leaving no trace behind. It was neither like the melting of snow in early spring, nor did it vanish under the scorching sun.
• In Lin Qiang's eyes, it was more like a piece of music being rudely interrupted and abruptly stopped.