The twentieth of October.
The cold winds of northern Zhongzhou howled endlessly, a stark contrast to the heatwaves rolling off True Yang Mountain. Where the hot and cold air met in the sky and mountain gorges, they converged to form visible streams of Qi Force.
Mornings in Sanshui City were now free from the assault of the Fire Spirit Qi. The Earth Veins surrounding the city had been turned over and cleansed, then planted with the pine and cypress trees most common to the northern forests of Ningzhou Road.
As a result, the mists formed in the Ningzhou Road forests now successfully spread over the city on winter mornings.
Outside the city, a squad of soldiers returned to their camp through the mist after finishing their patrol. The first thing they did was gather around a bonfire to warm up, then, as usual, they began bantering about the war.
