Disposing

At this hour, the cold wind was still blowing and snowflakes were still dancing in the sky. Dark clouds covered the entire sky like thick curtains, not even allowing a single ray of light to penetrate through them. At this moment, the only place that could be considered bright was the intensely burning bonfire on top of the city wall in the distance. Only some stars and lights from the lanterns which the wealthy manors hung up about fifty meters away from the wall were what lit up the city at night...

Yan Liqiang was hopping lightly from roof to roof like a floating spirit. He moved so silently and only made footprints as deep as half a palm on the piled-up snow on the rooftops. Not only that, but his footprints were only the size of melon seeds; they were nearly invisible. This kind of lightness skill technique had pretty much reached the legendary level of not leaving even a trace in the snow. It was certainly impressive enough to stun many people.