章節 118: Chapter 118: The Living Puppet Captures a 1000-Year Black Python (10,000-word update, subscribe!!)

In the fourteenth year of Xingping, on January the thirteenth.

A world of flying snow stretched ten thousand miles, and the cold wind cut like a knife, leaving the land desolate.

Jiangnan Dao was graced with its second heavy snowfall.

Yu State City was cloaked in silver, transformed into a white oceanic expanse.

At the city gates, the flow of people coming and going was incessant, cries of hawkers filled the air, and ox carts and horses treaded slowly on their way.

At this moment, Li Fuzhou and Zhou Xianming were mounted upon two tall steeds, their hooves crunching in the snow, while the horses snorted continuously.

Today was the day designated for their departure.

Han Wenxin, clad in black constable uniform, shouted with authority, "Old Zhou, consider these two fine horses my contribution to your journey. Should you return with honors, don't forget my kindness. Haven't you scholars always said, 'A drop of water in need shall be returned with a spring in deed.'"