C1837 Tendrils and Tendrils

The sun slowly rose. Even in the middle of winter, the people who woke up still felt a trace of warmth.

Ever since that day when the King of Phantom Painting and the Lin Clan went to war, the city had experienced a rare five days of peace.

It was just like the situation in the vast city. The temperature of the city had slightly risen every day for the past five days