Kneel down and admit your mistake!

The next day, dawn.
Dongchuan City welcomed the first snow of the year. Compared with the white snow in the north, this snow was very gentle, like fine goose feathers dancing in the cold wind.
Beautiful, yet creepy.
The master Landon passed away and left Jiangcheng overnight without leaving a single word.
And Sigismond Ingalls is still here.
This is the result of last night's battle.
Everyone was dissatisfied with this result, but what could they do? Could they go to the Antelope...