Snowflakes mixed with drizzle pattered against the eaves and stone walls, scattering into icy blossoms.
Mo City thus merged into the mist and rain, its outline blurred.
Winter snow dampened the old bluestone pathways, revealing their pure deep blue under the soaking of the sleet.
The rain and snow were incessant.
On this day, a master and disciple duo walked into Mo City.
The flow of people in Mo City was immense. This was perhaps due to the major Sects recruiting new disciples, or maybe because the Red Pavilion had just concluded its Courtesan Ranking Contest. Even with snow falling from the heavens, the city still buzzed with voices.
Su Bei and his disciple, Xiao Ruoching, both wearing broad-brimmed hats, did not stand out in this place teeming with mortals and Immortals.
