「The next day.」
「At cock's crow.」
Pavilions and towers, market stalls and household eaves—all were covered in a thin layer of fine snow.
Snow had fallen in the middle of the night and had yet to melt by morning.
Jiang Gaoyi trudged dazedly up the Celestial Ascension Ladder, his heart pounding as he gazed at the palace at its peak.
He suddenly felt that the path beneath his feet was a perfect reflection of his current state of mind.
Like walking on thin ice.
He recalled Zheng Xiu's request from the day before.
