The year passed by slowly to the sound of Chen Xun's pill furnace explosions. They had added longevity points to the World Soul, now totaling nineteen.

Goose-feather snow began to fall in the Cloud Mountains, blanketing the earth in silvery white. Heaven and earth seemed to merge into a single line, blurring the boundaries and the horizon.

This year, the Kingdom Qian seemed somewhat turbulent. Rumors spoke of war breaking out on the frontiers, with countless righteous warriors embarking on journeys to defend the nation's gates.

Amidst the heavy snowfall, their families bid them faint farewells, the ground filled with footprints and hearts full of concern.