The snow was swirling heavily.
About a hundred miles away from Shengjing, in Ancheng, there was an arena built exclusively for the amusement of nobles and aristocrats. It was lavish and grand. In the past, this place only facilitated beast fights, but at some point, the beasts turned into humans—slaves purchased from traffickers, or refugees who sold themselves to survive disasters.
Many playboys from Shengjing came here to enjoy themselves, because ever since the Saint suffered an earthquake during last year's heavenly rituals, he has been paralyzed on the dragon bed. After half a year of recuperation, he could finally sit up with support, but walking was impossible, and even prolonged sitting caused excruciating pain in his waist.
