Taiping Sword Master

The iron handle was engraved with non-slip diamond patterns, which made his palm hurt. Only then did he realize that he had been shaking, not from fear, but from cold. The north wind blowing in from the Helan Mountain Pass is like a whip soaked in ice water, slashing people's faces. He stood behind the beacon crenel and heard his teeth chattering and clicking, like a rusty copper lock being twisted repeatedly.