The coldest days of the harshest winter had already passed.
Spring was gradually approaching.
From the sky above, the accumulated snow on the ground was slowly melting, and the trees were budding and about to bloom.
Chen Li, facing the cold wind, intended to compose a poem but realized his knowledge was limited, so he gave up reluctantly.
Soon, Red Pillar City appeared distinctly in sight.
Lights dashed across the sky, and giant ships hovered in the air.
He descended from the sky early on.
The road was a mess of mud, black sludge mixed with soiled snow and animal dung, trampled to a soft mush by the constant stream of pedestrians, and after fermenting over an entire winter, it emanated a nauseating smell.
Chen Li held his breath and treaded without touching the ground all the way to the city gate.
Just as he was about to enter the city, he overheard someone mention the term "Artefact Sect," and his footsteps involuntarily halted.
