Join the Devil (XIII)

Snow covered the yellow grass by the Hulan Sea. The surface of the lake had gradually frozen. The man on the grassland was seizing the last opportunity to catch fish.

The middle-aged man wearing a felt hat looked at the lake silently. He looked powerful with the hard lines of his face and the beginnings of a beard. A subordinate stood behind him respectfully.

This team of traveling businessmen from the Central Plains had stopped here for days. Those from the tribe did not know what they were waiting for. They were too early to be waiting for the leather goods that would only be ready at the end of summer. But they did not bother the businessman due to the taels of silver and goods that they had gifted them with.

His subordinate looked at the ice and snow gathered on the surface of the lake and asked in a low hesitant voice, "Will the Tomes of Arcane really appear here?"