In the Kunlun Snow Region, night always arrives a bit earlier, and it is long and cold. The snow never seems to stop, eternally shrouding this world.
A figure landed on the snow, yet his feet did not leave a single trace on the soft snow.
Jiang Xiaobai lifted his head, and before him was a building covered in white snow, roughly over one hundred zhang tall, standing proud in this icy land.
Jiang Xiaobai leaped up, and in the next moment, he was at the highest point of Wolf Tower. At the top of Wolf Tower, there was a large pot, and it was filled with snow. This pot was not for cooking but for sending signals.
When Wolf Tower was established, whenever wild men came down from the north, this pot would blaze with fierce fire; the flames soared into the sky, visible from a hundred miles away.
Jiang Xiaobai did not linger long at the top; he went down the stairs. Below was the living quarters, containing everyday necessities, though they were mostly unusable due to their age.
