The Capital of Yu Country welcomed yet another winter snowfall.
The swirling white snow silently descended in the night, covering the vast Capital with a layer of white blanket, as households shut their doors, and the cold wind was harsher than in previous years.
Morning.
Within the bedroom of Zhao Douan at the Zhao Residence.
The body lying horizontally on the bed was cold and stiff, as if dead, devoid of any life force.
But in the next second, Zhao Douan's eyelashes trembled, his eyes opened, a spark slowly gathering in his dull eyes. Then he sat up with the help of the bedding, his body gradually gaining vitality.
"Whew..." Zhao Douan glanced at the extinguished brazier in the room and sighed: "I'll have to remind Gongshu Tianyuan about this; this body doesn't retain warmth."
His Divine Soul had just floated back home from the palace, merging into this body.
