The Southern Border Front.
Yu Yuan Prefecture.
Outside Mingquan Pass.
Before Prince Nanyang and his forces challenged the Great Divine Power Users of the Southern Alliance to all-out war.
"Sigh... Another blizzard. How is anyone supposed to survive if this keeps up?"
Atop the garrison city's walls.
Chi Cheng, a Captain of the Mingquan Garrison, stood clad in heavy armor with a saber at his hip. He gazed up at the gloomy, snow-filled sky and sighed melancholically.
There had been days of unending blizzards and sudden downpours.
Many places in the Southern Border had already turned into a frozen Purgatory, and no one knew how many common people it would claim. The heavens were truly merciless.
"Sir, what do you think Prince Nanyang is planning with this move?"
His personal guard frowned, his brow deeply furrowed. Prince Nanyang's sudden withdrawal of his troops three days ago was too abnormal, too strange.
The higher-ups were worried.
