Dawn in Canglang City was oppressed by a layer of leaden, iron-gray clouds. Even the howling northern wind carried a heavy, suffocating stagnation.
In the most secluded narrow alley behind the Garrison Commander's residence, it felt as though even the air had frozen.
Two sleek, muscular Wuzhui Horses from the Western Regions snorted uneasily, the white plumes of breath they expelled instantly condensing into frost in the chilling air.
Chapter 193