Snow was drifting down over the capital, and the Road of Peace was no exception.
Only a few people knew that these drifting snowflakes came from a furious snowstorm falling over the Heavenly Dao Academy.
All the princely estates had shut their gates, making not a single noise. The Prince of Xiang's estate was even more quiet, so silent that it seemed like a tomb.
The snowflakes flew past the high walls of the princely estate, landing where the Li Palace priests could not see, but they could not land on the ground.
Countless gusts of wind behind the wall incessantly blew against the soft snow.
Several hundred cultivators and divine crossbowmen stood in the garden and courtyard of the Prince of Xiang's estate, separated by the black sea of priests by only a single wall.
They made not a single sound, maintaining absolute silence. As a result, their breathing sounded even louder.
The louder it was, the heavier it was. The shorter it was, the more nervous it was.
