The silver city at the end of the ice and snow added a sense of ancient mystery and distant charm.
Dusk was approaching, snow danced wildly, and the endless ice river was filled with a vast expanse of white snow, like a cloud of mist covering the outlines of the mountains.
Migratory birds flew through the snow, landing atop the city walls, their gray wings already covered with thick snow.
A pavilion with lofty eaves, gilded tiles shimmering with silver light, was full of luxurious, majestic ancient charm.
Inside the hall, the curtains hung low, the fireplace burned fiercely, and the silver beast-shaped incense burner slowly exhaled wisps of blue smoke, creating a warm atmosphere.
It was completely different from the icy world outside the hall.
Standing in the hall were several elders of Shifang City, all wearing light robes, unfazed by the cold.
They held their staffs, gazing deeply at the young woman sitting with her sword in the hall.
