The Glazed Light City in the early morning.
Like a giant glazed beast awakening from an icy slumber.
The massive city gates slowly opened with a deep rumble.
The biting cold wind, like a sharp blade, carried fine ice crystals as it rushed into the gate corridor, producing a sharp whistle.
The crowd that had been waiting in the plaza inside the gate, like a flood from a sluice gate, tightened their thick winter clothing, braced against the cold wind, and silently yet swiftly poured out through the gates.
They stepped onto the vast, deadly silent, and perilous icy expanse outside the city.
Fang Qingyu and his group of five were prominently among them.
However, they didn't disguise their appearances as carefully as Shikong and Liu Hanyan did.
