It's already November, and the rain mixed with snow had completely turned to snow before Xu Guang entered the secret chamber for secluded cultivation.
Snowflakes fluttered down as the two sat under the small pavilion in the courtyard, admiring the snow while casually chatting, with no hint of tension from the impending great enemy.
...
Seven AM.
Daybreak.
The snow fell, and the world was dim and murky. In the chaotic daylight, a faint spectral figure seemed to enshroud the entire land.
The city gate opened slowly, and a middle-aged man with a thin face dressed in a tattered straw raincoat, carrying a bamboo basket filled with vegetables, walked into Qingshuo County at a leisurely pace like an early-morning vegetable farmer.
Currently, the Iron Armor Sect guards at the gate consist of an Eighth Grade disciple as the team leader, with four Ninth Grade disciples as the city guards.
