The cold wind whisked the snowflakes into a wild dance in the air, swirling as though they were graceful celestial fairies, but for Luo Zheng and his companions, this was a terrifying sight; everyone trudged forward heavily along the mountain ridge. The sunshine was brilliant, providing some warmth as it shone upon them, but the cold wind quickly swept that warmth away. If it weren't for the specially designed tight-fitting clothes they wore, which had strong cold resistance, they would have frozen long ago.
No one knew how far they had walked, but everyone was tired and drowsy. Before they realized it, night fell, the moon shone brightly in the sky, and the silence around them was as deep as death—no chirping of insects, no bird calls, no animal roars, no explosions. There was nothing but the sound of the wind howling, it felt as though they were in a desolate and icy world.
