Zong Shen's gaze swept over the carpenter with the talent [Complex Structural Spatial Deconstruction].
Firelight danced across his profile, while sawdust drifted and settled within the beams of light.
He was merely focused on sanding a curved rafter.
He showed no reaction whatsoever to the divine sense Zong Shen had released.
His name was added to the end of the talent roster.
Karen Morris.
His talent keywords were marked as [Structural Insight], [Spatial Sense].
Without lingering any longer.
The patrol group passed through the clanging district.
The scorching heat in the air gradually gave way to a damp, chilly warmth.
The faint sound of running water came from ahead, along with sulfur's distinctive smell.
The street widened here, and a river channel roughly ten meters across appeared to the left.
Even in such frigid temperatures, the river had not frozen over. Instead, it gave off white steam.
In the bitter cold, the river formed a hazy ribbon of mist that spread along its banks.
This was the warm current drawn from the Hot Spring deep underground.
It was one of the keys to Winter Imperial City maintaining its vigorous vitality amid the extreme cold.
Both sides of the channel were reinforced with neatly cut grayish-white stone.
Frost-needle firs, resistant to both heat and cold, had been planted along the banks.
Even amid the steam, icicles still hung from their needles.
Dumping trash into these warm rivers was strictly forbidden, and water could only be drawn from designated locations.
This was the city's warm-current district.
Of course, this was not an official administrative division of Winter Imperial City.
It was simply a special area the imperial city had planned around this Hot Spring river.
The buildings on both sides of the channel were no longer as crowded and disorderly as those