It made people nervous.
The seasons of Qi Hua were spring, and there had never snowed. Not only did Qi Hua people know this, but even people abroad knew this.
Therefore, when the purple-eyed man said this, it was like a joke. No one would believe it. Instead, they snickered.
When Han Xiao heard this, he could not help but look at the man with purple eyes. He did not know how he could make such an assertion.
Grandfather Han looked at the purple-eyed man's every move and looked at the Black Cat. He suppressed the possibility in his heart forcefully.
The prophet had disappeared without a trace. It was impossible for him to suddenly appear in Qi Hua, and it was even less likely that this matter would alert this person that he could not offend.
He laughed coldly. "Qi Hua is spring all year round. It has never snowed. You are young, yet you speak so arrogantly. Young Man, let me give you a piece of advice. It is better not to be arrogant."
