Eighteen years ago, during the winter solstice…
Whoosh!
The wind swept across the endless snowfield outside the Liang Province Pass. A crescent moon hung at the end of the sky, and the pale moonlight illuminated the endless land.
In the wilderness, there was a bonfire. Beside it was a triangular tent made of oilcloth and two horses tied to wooden stakes.
Two men in sheepskin winter coats were sitting on the ground beside the bonfire.
One of them was holding a wineskin and roasting a rabbit on the fire with a wooden stick.
The man opposite him was holding a silver hairpin and stroking it gently. There was an old saber in a black sheath inserted into the ground beside him.
The man roasting the rabbit picked up the wineskin and took a big gulp. He exhaled white mist from his mouth and nose and looked blankly at the snowy plain in the north. "Yuanfeng, you've been looking for a month. What are you looking for? At least tell me."
