White snow stretches endlessly.
On the official road outside Fu Ze Village, several figures wobbled forward along the snow-covered path.
"Hang in there, Fuwa, don't sleep. Once we enter the city, I'll find you a doctor."
The scar-faced man walked in front, while behind him, every two people supported an injured man. A man with an extremely honest-looking face tightly pressed on the wound on the injured man's shoulder, repeating his words.
The accumulated snow blocked their path, and the heavy snowstorm slowed their progress as they supported the wounded with great difficulty.
"Damn it, move faster," the scar-faced man turned and urged, then spat, "What's the use of you? A bunch of you couldn't even keep an eye on an old man, leaving him to get this injured. When outside next time, don't boast about following Master Zhu, it's humiliating."
