Chapter 221: Who Plays the Black and White Pieces

Guan Canghai walked alone on the official road that ran north to south.

From south to north.

Under the moonless, starless night sky, the white snowfield was also shrouded in a layer of dark blue. Trees were sporadically placed along the road, their bare branches crisscrossing and overlapping to form large patches of shadow, with uneven ground extending into the distance.

Guan Canghai walked step by step slowly, each step sinking deeply into the snow, leaving behind a trail of footprints half a foot deep that were gradually filled by the drifting snow brought by the wind.

The north wind blew piercingly cold, as if ice blades were cutting to the bone, but Guan Canghai's expression was serene and content. He walked with his eyes closed, a faint, relaxed smile on his lips, as if he were strolling in the bright light of spring, as if he were stepping on lush grass.