It rained in Jingdou of the Qing Kingdom while it snowed in Nanjing of Northern Qi. The small snowflakes floated slowly and beautifully in the air, filling the air with a chill and making the temperature drop to a level that irritated humankind.
On Nanjing's powerful city walls, the general of the garrison division responsible for Northern Qi's southern line of defense, Shang Shanpo, looked at the southwest plains with an indifferent expression. There was no snow accumulated on the plains, so it was still possible to see the black and hibernating fertile soil. His gaze pierced through the layers of wind and snow to land on the solemn Southern Qing Army, which had continued to exist for numerous decades.
The banners there fluttered and snapped in the wind. The barracks stretched onward. An endless and boundless blackness halted silently in the wind and snow. It was like a temporarily resting wild beast that could pounce toward Nanjing at any moment.
