The Source of All Evil, the Four Great Constables

The blazing sun was like fire, using the heavens as a furnace and all things as metal to be tempered. Vast waves of heat turned the earth into a steamer, boiling the world into jade-green paste. The scorching sun blazed overhead, and even the wind had temporarily ceased. A carriage slowly approached from the south. Bai Xing yawned; this sweltering weather always left him drowsy. He had just found a comfortable sleeping position when something came along to disturb his peace.