That afternoon.
The sky was tinged with a fusion of icy blue and pale colors, painting it like a glazed screen of cracked ice. The soft yet slightly chilly natural light was reflected by the snow, becoming extraordinarily hazy in this pure-white world.
Three figures braved the wind and snow. At last, at the end of the snowy plain, they saw the outline of a city-state.
"Xia Ya, you really are worthy of being the heir to an assassin family. You're just as professional as a scout. Without you, we probably wouldn't have found Qinsidun City even by nightfall."
Lanchi grinned as he praised Xia Ya.
Xia Ya lowered his head, rather embarrassed.
It had been a long time since he had heard such sincere praise.
Usually, whenever others mentioned his family, it was to mock him.
But this person was different.
"You didn't mention me at all, yet somehow every word was about me."
Sid muttered from the side.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Lanchi stroked his cheeks, which had gone slightly numb from the frost, and looked at Sid in confusion.
"Nothing. Sometimes favorability drops directly. There's no need for a notification service."
Amid the wind, snow, and voices of the man and women, they gradually reached the city-state's entrance.
Across the vast snowy plain, the surrounding land was covered in endless white snow. The biting wind blew from time to time, lifting the snowflakes into the air like fine sugar frosting dancing in the sky.
This was the Southern Border of Qinsidun City. Its walls towered high, built from metal and earth frozen solid over many years. They resembled an iron canyon on the snowy plain, blocking out the cold wind and every danger from the outside world.
The city-state's gates were made of thick Demon Realm