February 8th, Northern Lands experienced another heavy snowfall, covering the entire Divine Capital in a blanket of snow, transforming it into Snow City.
In this bitterly cold weather that could freeze a person to death, only the soldiers protecting the Divine Capital were still moving about outside.
Three feet of snowfall had the soldiers stationed at the city gate starting to clear the snow early in the morning, barely managing to clean it up by 7 a.m.
"This weather, it keeps snowing," one sighed while stretching to warm up his limbs, "I guess in an hour, we'll have to clear the snow again."
"If only I had superb Martial Arts skills," Kuang San, guarding the gate, said while massaging his back, "with one palm strike I could melt the snow, and my body wouldn't fear the cold."
"Forget it, Kuang San, if you had that kind of ability, you wouldn't be guarding the gate," another soldier chuckled.
