Chapter 1612 - A Meeting With Yourself

This was the fall of the 35th year since Wang Lin left Zhao.

In Hou Fen, as the autumn wind blew across the sea to Zhao, it was already winter. The entire country of Zhao was covered in snow like a white jade was placed over it.

Only the two lines created by the carriage passing by could be seen. The sound of the carriage creaking slowly went into the distance.

Along the path, you could see an inn. This inn was covered by dense, white snow; it was bleak and no one was inside.

More than half the inn had collapsed more than 10 years ago, injuring a lot of the people staying there. The owner had gotten in trouble with the officials and died in prison. As for the waiter, he had left. It was unknown where he was or if he was still alive.

Over time, the inn that once made the grand scholar of Zhao drunk became a ruin.

The carriage stopped for a moment before the inn. The curtain of the carriage was raised up and a burst of heat spread out....