The night sky was filled with dense clouds, concealing the moonlight.
The fierce wind continued to howl, but the snowflakes that had been flying everywhere few days ago had long disappeared without a trace.
Inside the study of the City Lord Mansion.
The flickering candlelight illuminated the entire study as bright as day.
Clad in a brocade robe, City Lord Fang Datong sat in the chair in front of the desk, casually picking up the secret documents on the desk before him, and opened them one by one, examining the contents recorded on them.
Outside, the world was a frozen wasteland, and the study was equally cold and oppressive. Despite his seemingly thin brocade clothing, Fang Datong felt no trace of chill.
Merely within a normal breath, it seemed as if flames were continuously burning around Fang Datong.
"Puff..." A muted sound echoed.
It was as if a cold wind had blown by, pushing the door of the study open.
