Death and New Life

More than two months had passed in the blink of an eye since London's Blood Feast, and it was now late October. Frostfall arrived. A frigid air current swept in, sending temperatures in Shangjing plummeting. Winter had not even officially begun, yet heavy snow was already drifting down. The roads were clogged with traffic during the morning rush, and the expressways had been temporarily closed. No one knew when...