A poet once sang: Heavy snow weighed down the green pines, yet the green pines stood tall and straight.
That had been true in the past. Now, the green pines were neither tall nor straight, for their branches were laden with chunks of snow and icicles. Even their incredibly sturdy trunks struggled under the weight, creaking as their waists nearly snapped in two.
The heavy snow had fallen for several days in a row, day and night without pause, and the entire Tiandu City was about to be buried beneath it.
At first, the City Guard Army and Tiandu's residents had voluntarily come out to clear the snow. But after two days, they discovered that the snow on the roads had only grown deeper, while there was nowhere to pile the snow they had cleared. In the end, they simply let it be, thinking they would deal with it all at once after the skies cleared.
Crack.
Crack.
The wind howled and the snow raged as Li Mu Yang trudged through Tiandu's streets, one foot sinking deep and the other shallow.
There were few pedestrians, and the shops had all closed their doors. The entire Tiandu City was shrouded in this once-in-decades blizzard. Only the old farmers who had planted a few acres of wheat grinned broadly, puffing on their water pipes and reciting the ageless farming proverb: A timely snow promises a rich harvest.
Li Mu Yang walked alone through the wind and snow, yet he did not feel cold. With his current physical constitution, he could be thrown into an ice cave and frozen solid for an entire day without suffering any harm.
On the contrary, the fierce wind and heavy snow gave him another layer of camouflage, bringing him a sense of security he had not felt