The first snowfall of winter came fast and fierce. Lingwu City, inside and out, was blanketed in a vast expanse of white. A chilling, murderous air filled heaven and earth, and there was no sign of the snow stopping anytime soon.
The bitterly cold weather had even covered the swift, rushing rivers with a layer of ice, though it was not particularly thick.
This snowfall directly paralyzed Lingwu City's exceptionally developed transportation network. Docks everywhere came to a standstill, while traveling merchants and displaced people could only wait anxiously where they had settled.
The impact on transportation was only one aspect. As a densely populated major city not known for agriculture, Lingwu City had an enormous demand for food. Thus, during the heavy snow, food prices rose again and again. Cold-weather supplies and heating materials also became extremely sought-after, with prices several times higher than usual.
In the slums near the outskirts of the southern district of Lingwu Outer City, news of people freezing to death surfaced from time to time. It could not be helped. Although they had lived through a long period of peace, the poor still vastly outnumbered ordinary people. Those barely scraping by still accounted for an enormous proportion across the entire Divine Continent, and that proportion extended to this little Lingwu City as well.
Inside a small residence that appeared fairly spacious and tidy, a burly man in a red fur cap and warm cotton clothes sat dark-faced in a wooden chair. Before him stood two trembling, panic-stricken men. Beside them, a blazing brazier gave off warmth, driving away the cold.
As the Pudu Cult's holy envoy stationed in Lingwu City, a city linking three provinces, he was not only an Innate-level martial artist with profound cultivation. His methods of handling affairs and his sensitivity