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The climate of Thousand Feet Hundred Veins is eerily unpredictable, a stark contrast to the stable four seasons of the mundane Human World; its springs bloom and autumns wane so abruptly, as if overnight... snow has fallen.
Qin Yu, having received the True Golden Eagle Communication the previous evening, got up at dawn yesterday, opened the window, and saw the goose-feather-like heavy snow outside.
Winter has arrived.
So sudden.
Without any forewarning.
"Is winter coming?" Qin Yu suddenly recalls the central catchphrase of a famous TV series.
It really fits Wuque's increasingly urgent crisis.
This gathering of True Disciples by the fire at night is also an emergency meeting exclusive to True Disciples, since Wuque's founding—on some level, what distinguishes True Disciples from outer and inner sect disciples the most isn't rewards but authority; they possess administrative rights independent and above the Elder ranks or other management groups.
