When An Jing traveled from Kanming City to the Northern Frontier, he felt as though he had stepped across both summer and autumn, leaping directly from a spring day into the depths of winter.
The familiar biting wind, the cold, piercing frost and snow.
The temperature was such that every breath he exhaled crystallized instantly. As far as the eye could see, there was only an endless expanse of silver-white earth and sky. The air had no scent; it was incredibly dry, devoid of anything but cold, and entirely lacking in life or moisture.
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