One month later, at the foot of Great Xing Mountain, Flaming Snow City.
The northern wind swirled, and the white snow, fiery as it was, gradually blanketed the lone city.
Although such a sight was common in the Northern Territory, it still forced people to stay indoors, daring not to face the extreme cold of the wind and snow directly.
On the streets, pedestrians became scarce, leaving nothing but the endless white snow, as persistent as the night.
Suddenly, amidst the vast expanse of white, a different color appeared.
A person, braving the sweeping wind and snow, arrived in front of an inn.
"Listening to Wind and Asking Rain?"
"Chasing Stars and Moon?"
Looking at the signboard, the newcomer smiled and stepped inside.
Even though the heavy snow sealed the city and the earth was frozen cold, the inn was still bustling with excitement, and as the newcomer entered, he drew many eyes.
