In the courtyard.
After feeling his way around for a while,
Jiang Ning reopened his eyes.
Though the sky was dark now, it was only because winter had come. In truth, it was still early.
"Still early enough!" He glanced at the lamplight shining from the room ahead, as well as the graceful silhouette of a woman cast upon the window. As the candlelight inside flickered, the silhouette swayed with it, as though she were dancing within the room.
Jiang Ning slowly withdrew his gaze, then closed his eyes.
"The Winter Canon has reached perfection, but there is still some distance to breaking the limit. For the Four Seasons Canon to fuse further and grasp deeper mysteries, the canons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter must all reach the same level."
"Spring and summer have now both broken their limits. Only autumn and winter remain."
"Now is the snowy, bitter winter—the perfect time to comprehend winter's chill and push this canon another step forward."
The thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, and his consciousness spread outward.
In a moment, his awareness covered the entirety of Guangning City.
Every snowflake, every current of cold wind, appeared in minute detail within his perception.
He sensed the silence of all things, the plants and trees sunk into dormancy, the vitality buried beneath ice and snow.
Then his awareness continued to spread. It no longer merely covered Guangning City, but reached the wilderness and the mountain forests.
He saw squirrels hibernating in tree hollows, saw the winter provisions stored within those hollows.
He saw pythons curled into balls deep underground, saw seeds of grass and trees frozen within the soil.
All things in the world seemed to have fallen into a long, deathly silence in this season.
Yet at the same time,