Freezing cold, flying frost, a blast of chilling air sweeping across the wilderness.
It was another year of heavy snow.
Between the vast heaven and earth, as the snow drifted through the sky, a silver falcon streaked across the horizon.
Cutting through the dense clouds, turbulent flows, and the undulating mountains and rivers, the silver falcon eventually perched atop an ancient, abandoned tower, turning its head from side to side, surveying the lives below.
Within a pure white realm, a black road stretched straight as an arrow, bustling with merchants and travelers like clouds.
Seeing this ancient tower and heading east, one would reach the strategic border area of the Western Mountain region of Da Chen, Kanming City.
A young man wrapped in a black leather coat, his face half-hidden by a hood, walked along this road.
Unlike in the Tianyuan Realm, where his ignorance of local customs made it easy for others to identify him as a 'wilderness man'…
