Chapter 111: Fishing Alone in the Cold River Snow

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In the harsh winter of the twelfth lunar month, the biting northern wind cut sharply through the sky, carrying silver-grey clouds that galloped and charged above, rolling forth an endless surge of bone-chilling currents that showered down innumerable goose-feather-sized snowflakes.

The whole world was dyed pure white with snow.

And it was amid such a frigid and harsh snow day that a group of devotees wearing Daoist robes, the men called Daoist and women called Daoist Nun, trudged their way northward against the biting wind, along the frozen Luoshui River, heading for the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

Qingming, fighting against the wind, took several vigorous steps forward and yelled into the snow-bearing northern gales, "Daoist Qingxu, Chen Qinglin can hardly hold on any longer. Should we find a place to rest for a bit?"