By the time they returned to Lingjin City, it was nearly evening.
The heavy, goose-feather snow was still falling, showing no sign of stopping.
Snow blanketed the branches, and icicles hung from the eaves, creating a unique charm.
At this moment, the Brocade Residential Area was deserted. Whether on the roads or in the public square, there wasn't a soul in sight, only the occasional turtledove flitting from branch to branch in search of food.
However, the activity center on one side of the square was another scene entirely. In the center of the hall, a bowl-shaped fire pit had been built from bricks, and dozens of honeycomb briquettes burned brightly within. Flames leaped and danced like nimble snakes, driving away the chill and filling the hall with a comfortable warmth.
Some played cards, some played chess, and others chatted—the hall was abuzz with voices, creating a lively atmosphere.
"Old Ghost Ren, you're cheating again!"
