After that, it was several consecutive days of relentless wind and snow.
Heaven was sealed by ice and snow.
The nameless little village outside the city was sparsely populated, and now covered by heavy white snow, the entire village seemed to be buried. The flimsy wooden doors could hardly keep out the bitter cold, and everyone was huddled inside their homes, trembling as they watched the faint embers in the fire pits.
Of course, what made them tremble wasn't just the bitter cold.
In such weather, they suddenly heard a rumbling sound amid the howling wind, causing the ground to shake, as if the houses were teetering on the brink of collapse. The villagers were terrified, wrapped in the only thick cotton clothes they had, pushing open the doors to look out. Upon seeing the scene, they were immediately dumbfounded.
A squad of soldiers had charged into the village.
