In Huangling County's Dahua Village, even though it was already the eleventh day of the first lunar month, heavy snow still fell in flurries, decorating the entire village like an empire of ice and snow.
Unfortunately, there was no one left to appreciate such beautiful scenery. The entirety of Dahua Village was incomparably quiet. Even if anyone approached the village, they would quickly hurry away, their expressions filled with sheer terror.
Leading his horse, Ji Qing walked into Dahua Village step by step. A thick layer of snow had accumulated on his bamboo hat. His body was also covered in snow; the bone-chilling cold was absolute. However, no matter how cold it was, it couldn't compare to the chill in Ji Qing's heart.
This was Dahua Village. Once bustling with life, it was now completely desolate.
An elderly man from a neighboring village saw Ji Qing trying to enter Dahua Village with his horse and hurriedly shouted, "Hey, young man, you can't go in there!"
