Snow fell all year long in Yanxue City. Even during summer, where it was usually hot everywhere, snow never failed to drop here.

Yan Wushuang's father Yan Guilai, whom Chu Xun had fleeced a pair of Fire-Amber Bamboos from during his last visit here, was looking grave and morose.

So were the elders of the House of Yan.

"Should we try contacting Young Master Wushuang again, Chief?" asked one of the elders again. The Yan Family had tried contacting Yan ...