Neve Pesada Sob o Fio do Vento

The capital of the Great Xia Dynasty welcomed the first snowfall of the year.

At this moment, the sky prison on the outskirts of the imperial city was blanketed in thick snow, covering the rooftops and gates.

A procession of three prisoner transport carts slowly made their way across the snowy ground toward the sky prison.

Suddenly!

A prison guard came tumbling and scrambling into the sky prison, running and shouting excitedly.

“Second Master! Second Master! Someone’s here!”

His ecstatic expression was as if someone had just told him he was getting married.

That shout immediately stirred the sky prison, specially established by the dynasty, which hadn’t received any prisoners for years.

Several guards hurried out at a swift pace.

They all craned their necks, peering toward the prison gate.

“Where? Where?”

“What do they look like?”

“Third Son, why don’t you see them? Where are they?”

The messenger, Third Son, gasped for breath, “They’re coming right now. The Second Master is being called to receive them!”

Several guards quickly shouted, “Go find Second Master!”

“Where’s the Second Master?”

“He’s probably off talking to the rats again!”

“What?”

“Sigh, the Second Master has been acting strange lately; he’s been catching one of the rats and talking to it!”

“Well, can’t blame him. Anyone who stays here for three years would go mad.”

Finally,

The guards found the so-called Second Master.

He was none other than Yang Zhan, the head of the sky prison