The carriage slowly left Helen Town.
During the journey, Hewinia nestled by the window the entire time, watching the snowflakes fluttering outside the carriage, lost in her thoughts.
"I've heard that the perpetual snow of Holy Sound isn't naturally formed, but rather a product of Divine Power, because it's the preference of the Holy Sound Master," Bai Wei's voice leisurely echoed in Hewinia's mind. "Since the Holy Sound Master favors white, just as He loves musical notes, thus Holy Sound is also called the pure white realm of musical notes. Interesting, isn't it?"
Hewinia's thoughts were somewhat disrupted.
Interesting?
Is it interesting again?
Hewinia didn't know if it was just her perception, but it seemed to her that Bai Wei liked to keep the word "interesting" on his lips. Everything was interesting to him — this was interesting, that was interesting, she was interesting, others even more so.
