In the seventeenth year of King Mu of Zhou Dynasty, on the seventh day of his western tour to the Kunlun Hills, a shuo wind swept ice crystals and smashed them on the bronze top of the eight-horse carriage, making a sound like broken jade. Cepheus tightened the reins, and the snow-white bandit pawed anxiously at the black ice under his hooves. The white mist sprayed from his nostrils was instantly torn into strands by the cold wind.
