The moonlight shimmered over the mountains, and the cold wind howled.

In the deep of night, the weight of snow was known, occasionally accompanied by the sound of breaking bamboo.

Xu Qingzhou sat in front of the fireplace, reading by the light of the embers, showing no signs of sleepiness.

Qingzhou sat in the corner, polishing the Unforged Heavy Sword that was taller than him, over and over again.