Cre-eak!
The heavy iron door, towering five to six meters high, slowly opened with a raspy sound as Sun Yan and Zhao Chuan Yi got out of the car.
A bald old white man, wearing a monocle, elegantly stepped out in a tailcoat to greet them, despite the heavy snow.
"Welcome, Mr. Jack, Mr. Zhao. My master has been expecting you for some time. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Xia Da Ymir, the steward of this castle."
The old man courteously and politely stepped forward to greet Sun Yan and Zhao Chuan Yi.
His every move showed he was well-practiced, as graceful as if he were in a movie, looking rather strange to behold.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Xia Da. Please take us inside; the weather here is too cold," Zhao Chuan Yi quickly said.
Wearing only a thin jacket, he was already turning slightly blue from the cold not long after getting out of the car, needing a warm place to thaw out.
He feared he might really end up freezing in this white land.
