Send You into the Curtain
by Gong Xinwen \\ First published on Jinjiang Literature City
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In the severe winter, heavy snow fell from the sky.
Inside Fuwang City, the towering city walls and majestic stone sculptures were all covered with thick white snow. Looking around, there was no distinction between heaven and earth in the chaos, and the whole universe was covered in silver white.
"Master, what are you looking at?" From high above the city, a somewhat stiff voice accompanied by a strange crackling sound was heard.
It was a small puppet, and as its jaw opened and closed, its joints made a sound as they became less flexible. In Fuwang City today, it was rare to see such old puppets, and even the lowest-level magic cultivators were rarely willing to use such a style that had long been eliminated by history.
"Look at the snow." A man answered softly.
The man in the heavy cloak had been sitting there for who knows how long. His head and shoulders were covered with fine snow, and even his long eyelashes were stained with silver flakes. In the chaotic snow, half of his pale face was revealed under the gray shadow of his cloak. He was surprisingly young and handsome.
The little puppet squatted on its master's shoulder bored. The master was good in every way except his strange habit of watching the snow, which was hard for it to understand.
At their feet was the dark and disorderly Fuwang City, the capital where all the demons gathered.
This is a cold city, the sky is always gloomy, most of the time of the year it is either rainy or cloudy. It doesn't understand what is worth gazing at for years in such a monotonous snow scene that it has seen countless times.