Within the colossal canyon, a towering city stood resolute amid the biting cold winds and the swirling snow.
Atop the city walls,
two middle-aged men dressed in White Armors chatted idly, leaning against the ice-bound battlements:
"Old Li, when will we ever see the end of days like these?"
Hearing this, Old Li turned his eyes and slid his hand into the lining of his Armor, rummaging for a moment before pulling out a small wooden box and waving it in front of the other:
"Wang Cheng, quit your whining. You nag all day long like a woman. Want one?"
Wang Cheng's eyes lit up at the sight of the wooden box:
"Sss... Old Li, we don't get many of those, and we've been out here for more than half a year. You still have such good stuff? Didn't you trade military merits with the supply unit for it?"
As he spoke, Wang Cheng eyed the wooden box, licking his lips which were dry from the cold:
"Are you really squandering your military merits like this?"
