Chapter 61: A Chance Meeting with Winter

In a picturesque small valley, a stream babbled gently, and the cute little Snow rolled around playfully, occasionally teasing some small magical beasts. Conner Shayle stood on a rock, squinting at a branch stuck into the ground about thirty meters ahead. He held a small pebble in his hand, channeling his qi, and flicked it out. "Whoosh!" The pebble flew through the air with a gust of wind. It arced gracefully in the sky, shattering the branch with precision. The pebble then spun back into Conner's...