A little over a month had passed, and winter had come to the Eastern Region.
The border city stronghold in the far east grew colder with the arrival of winter.
A thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the Ming River, where fragmented ice collided and grew, and the once-turbulent river lost its spirit. The transparent surface, like a mirror of water under the sunlight, dazzled with countless ice particles, clear and shining, painfully bright to the eyes.
"Creak"
Chen Dengming pushed open the phoebe door and stepped out of the house, a chill heading his way, only to be repelled by the aura emanating from his body.
Under the eaves in front of him hung thick icicles, much like stalactites.
The ice flowers on the tiled ground beneath his feet displayed an endless variety of patterns, ever-changing.
