Calligraphy Contest (1)

Yellowish light trails pierced the expanse as tiny white clouds drifted away.

Piles of white soft snow were everywhere; people threaded the road wearing thick cloth and wooden hats.

Despite the cold weather, smiles and excitement could be seen on their faces. 

Kids played a catch and run game while carrying snowballs. They giggled when they successfully hit their friends and yelled cutely when they got hit.

Young cultivators discussed famous cultivators along the way. Also, their bet on who will win the alchemy contest this year.

Mao Nianzu took a long breath, standing in the middle of the horde with a flat look. He heard the same things countless times; same complaints that he could guess, such as how cold the day was.

Though the alchemy contest would be held two weeks later, the road bustled with decorations. Merchants took advantage of this opportunity to sell a variety of things.