The middle of the first month.
A cold front from the north enveloped the Laishan mountain range. Heavy snow followed in its wake, blanketing the earth and dyeing Laishan a silvery white.
Wang Ping had been in seclusion at his temporary Dao Field. Although Yu Lian had evolved to a level of life where she no longer feared the cold, she still hated cold weather. After the snow began to fall, she spent her days coiled up asleep on a meditation cushion in the house.
Due to the heavy snow, the war near Moon Mountain in Jianglin Road had seen a halt to large-scale military operations, but small-scale skirmishes and harassment continued unabated.
