Vast snowfalls, drifting through the sky, freezing three feet deep.
The heavy, pristine snow blanketed the entire street of the Outer City, yet the desperate citizens still braved the snowstorm to work and set up stalls, all to earn more cast copper coins to buy firewood and survive this deadly winter.
Li Che, intending to head to the small courtyard he rented in Ting Yu Alley for cultivation, dressed in cotton clothes and donning a hat, walked along the long street, where he saw many households hanging white silk and heard the sounds of crying drifting out amidst the snowstorm.
These were families who had lost their children, and in recent months, the activities of the Spirit Infant Sect had become increasingly frequent.
After being driven to the Outer City, they were like starving wolves entering a flock of sheep, not at all restrained but, on the contrary, becoming even more rampant.