The blizzard raged all night, only subsiding by the afternoon of the next day.
Lead-gray clouds hung low over the dilapidated battlements of Canglang City, casting a desolate white-and-gray pallor over the entire world. Inside the crude barracks of the Old Wolf Battalion, a charcoal brazier crackled loudly, barely managing to dispel the bone-chilling cold.
Qin Lie had just finished a round of fist forms, his internal Qi surging through his body and steaming into a faint white mist that forced out all the lingering chill trapped in his leather tunic.
Chapter 117