February 12, 2018
At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, Shen City was still shrouded in ice and snow. Unlike Qingyun City, which had arrays making it like spring all year round, this city of a million people maintained its unique culture. When people stepped out their doors, they were still greeted by the bitter cold wind. The best-selling medicines in the pharmacies were still those for colds and fevers.
However, amidst this cold wind, Shen City's Deputy City Lord Shen Jinghai felt somewhat restless. Although he outwardly maintained a calm demeanor, he sat at his desk, unconsciously twirling a brush in his fingers like a dragon in flight. The ink-drenched tip of the brush sprayed ink everywhere, but it was tightly constrained by an invisible force within the confines of the brush's vicinity.
