This was the first snow at the capital. It carried the cold breeze from the northern river engulfing the entire forbidden city.

It was around three in the morning so it was still dark. The old pine trees along the road were covered with snow. “White” leaves were scattered everywhere from the cold gale and filled the entire street.

One could see many thirteen-year-old youths practicing a fist technique on top of the snow. They had heavy lion gauntlets in order to build up strength in his arm. Everyone had the dream of becoming a master; this was even truer at the capital. Thus, all the young lads were training hard.

Because of their aspiration, they worked much harder than others.

A large and extravagant imperial dragon was being dragged by a rhino-dragon across the large street, pulling a huge chunk of snow along its path. The youths cultivating on the sidewalks fell down once after another.

One martial artist shouted: “See?! A real master could ride the most...