Beihai City.
A colossal city built amid chilling winds and snow. It defended against the severe cold of the Northern Border and the occasional violent outbreaks of cold-wave beast tides.
Two figures stood in a room at the very top of this city.
The heating in the room had been switched off. The high windows were open, allowing the howling northwestern wind to sweep through and dispel the existing warmth.
Yet, these two figures seemed unaffected by the cold.
They stood by the window, chatting idly—or, more accurately, engaged in an awkward conversation.
"Have all the Breeders recommended by the various provinces arrived by now?" Leng Ye, a young man with silver hair who looked to be in his early twenties, asked the person beside him.
The person beside him was his complete opposite: an elder with black hair.
