The night had just turned deep.
The light seemed to be swallowed by an invisible beast, leaving little brightness in the human world.
The white snow lost its light reflection, like clusters of shadows falling from the high sky.
The wind and snow whined, roaring incessantly.
The carriage crashed through the icy curtain of wind and snow.
A distance of ten zhang, separated by a vast space.
Inside that exquisitely decorated Buddha's carriage, it felt as if there was a gaze burning bright, bursting forth with resplendent radiance, dispelling the darkness.
Huang Tuo was originally languid, lying sideways like a Noble Consort inside the Buddha's carriage, lacking the solemnity of the Buddhist Sect, with a bit more abandon.
However, when the carriage left two ruts in the snow and came to a stop, Huang Tuo instantly perked up.
His thin figure sat upright, neck slightly bent forward, eyes like luminous pearls, a smile on his face.
