C201 The Moon Was Cold and the Killing Intent Was Hidden!

In the early winter morning, the sun was nowhere to be seen. A blanket of white snow covered the three thousand mountains in the distance.

The world was painted a pristine white by the falling snow, and the far-off mountains were shrouded in mist, their outlines blurred.

Zopyrus quietly smoked his pungent tobacco, observing the Vermilion Bird soldiers on the city walls and glancing at Jubal