Kuyi Tulan drew his cloak tighter around him. The purple cloak did not flutter in the wind and snow. It lay heavy on Kuyi Tulan's body, still as a stone.
Winter had come fiercely, bringing blinding snowstorms and bone-chilling cold. Thankfully, Guru Mountain was not part of the Empire's northern territories. Otherwise, the frigid, piercing cold would have already turned everything into a frozen landscape. Guru Mountain was a rather peculiar place. Here, no matter how long the snow fell, it would melt by midday the next day. Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, but the accumulation on the ground remained insignificant.
The thin layer of snow on the ground was marked with Kuyi Tulan's footprints as he headed up the mountain. The severe winter weather didn't affect him much. As the chief Alchemist of the Alchemy Workshop, he could fend off such cold by using a little of his Spirit Power.
