Silverpine City was dusted with a thin layer of snow, but countless lanterns kept the streets warm with a golden glow, even at night.
Mei Ling led the way, her breath visible in the cold air as Lin Feng and Huang Bei followed closely behind.
Members of the Chen Clan moved in silence, led by Chen Shi, whose stoic expression remained unchanged as his sharp gaze swept the snow-covered streets.
The streets were still lively despite the late hour.
Merchants packed up their stalls beneath wooden awnings, their faces red from the cold, while groups of pedestrians in thick winter robes strolled along the lantern-lit paths.
The houses they passed were a mix of old stone buildings and newer wooden structures, their sloping roofs heavy with snow.
Warm light spilled from narrow windows, casting long shadows on the frosty ground.
As Lin Feng and the others rushed by, conversations fell silent. People paused mid-step, their gazes drawn toward the group.
