Time flew by like a swift steed.
In the blink of an eye, winter arrived. Hongye City welcomed days of heavy snowfall. The earth was covered in silvery frost, and layers of ice piled high.
On this day, the gleam of a controlled artifact approached from afar. It passed through the hazy, clear light of the Bone Viewing Mirror and landed on the snow-piled city walls.
A young girl jumped down from her Flying Sword, stepping onto the thick snow and making a CRUNCH, CRUNCH sound.
"Brother, is this Hongye City, the one our father's old friend guards?"
The girl, Qian Xiaofeng, was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her face was red from the cold, and her breath fogged in the chilly air as she spoke.
Her older brother, Qian Xiaohu, was two years older and acted much more maturely. After putting away his Flying Sword, he smiled indulgently and said, "We've traveled thousands of miles. When have I ever lost my way? This is unquestionably the city."
