A biting northern wind whipped fine, powdery snow against the freezing coiled-dragon pillars of the Chengtian Hall, emitting a sound like a whimpering moan.
Inside the hall, a massive gilded incense burner billowed with expensive dragon-saliva incense, yet it failed to dispel the heavy, almost congealed atmosphere.
Emperor Xia Hong sat high upon the cold dragon throne. Beneath his bright yellow imperial robe, his knuckles gripping the eight-hundred-li urgent battle report from the Northern Frontier had turned completely white, the veins on the back of his hands bulging like angry earthworms.
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