The cold wind seems like a herd of untamed beasts, roaring wildly between heaven and earth, carrying a bone-chilling cold, as if to engulf everything into an endless icy abyss. Snowflakes whirl like dancing spirits, freely dispensing agility and untamed beauty in this vast prairie, falling thickly to transform the earth into a silver-white deathly silence.
Outside Wulang City, the situation is as tense as a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment, with everyone's destiny precariously hanging between life and death like flickering candles in the wind.
At this moment, Shi Feiyang descends gracefully from the sky, holding the Little Scholar Shi Xiong in his arms.
His posture is nimble yet imbues an indescribable majesty, akin to a feather lifted by the fierce wind while remaining composed and in control, especially conspicuous amidst the icy landscape.
