The cold winds are biting.
Unlike Embracing the Void's North Mysterious Sacrifice Continent, which grows warmer as the cold disaster ends, the temperature in the Tianyuan Realm is inherently damp and cold. Now the chilling winds blow through the buildings deep in the night, frost congealing in the air, with the breath vents of the armored guards emitting a steady white mist. Under the flying shutter's light, it looks like walls that seal off all directions completely.
The wind flips An Jing's garment corners, causing him to squint slightly, his gaze carrying a hint of nostalgia.
——When was the last time he was besieged by a fully-armed enemy?
——And since when had he stopped fearing such power?
