The Northern city of Kuoluan is situated in a high-latitude location. It might be March, but the weather maintained below negative 20 degrees.
Little people walked the streets. The ones that appeared mostly had themselves wrapped up thickly, either with down-padded jackets or military cloaks.
If there were some wearing summer clothing, then a was ninety-percent possibility that they were Extraordinaires.
As they walked the streets, they would attract the envious looks of many, especially beautiful girls who had to wrap themselves up like a Chinese rice dumpling to go out.
At that moment, in a freezing morning, a man wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt on top and simple jeans at the bottom appeared on the cold deserted street. He looked very young and seemed to have a perpetual hint of a smile on his face. He was currently surveying this northern city.
