The ninth year of Great Xia, February 19th
The sky had just lit up, and the fluttering snowflakes were growing more intense.
The bitter cold wind was likewise intensifying, ravaging the land at a dramatically rapid pace.
Accompanying the rising sun and increasingly blazing sunlight, it not only failed to bring any warmth to the ground but instead added more chilling coldness to the already bone-piercing air.
The entire city of Hongmen had largely fallen into silence, with only the Ministry Building and the city gates showing signs of light.
Fourth floor of the Ministry Building, at the morgue of the Prison Department.
"Greetings to Lord Guardian!"
Lin Kai, just returned from outside the city, hadn't had time to change his tattered white robes, and his headdress was slightly disheveled. His left hand tightly gripped a grass-stuffed doll, and with a surprisingly somber expression, he asked the guard in a deep voice, "Is Lord Li here?"
