Thick snow shrouded the glowing lanterns, leaving nothing but white in sight.
The usual festivities of the New Year in Yan City had vanished, only the occasional figures darted through the streets and alleyways.
Nanzhi had brought her parents to the city lord's residence, ignoring their persistent refusals.
The catastrophe had begun.
She could not let her parents stay in the danger zone.
Twentyninth day of the twelfth lunar month.
The silent Yan City suddenly bustled again.
The prominent families of the city, having packed their belongings, embarked on the journey toward the Capital City, along with their servants and staff.
Every single one of the four major families in Yan City had dozens of horse-drawn carriages lined up from the beginning of the street till its end, all just to persuade the city guards to open the city gates.
Curious townsfolk peeked through the slits of their windows, straining to see the scene outside the city.