As dawn broke, a slanting ray of sunlight shone through.
Li Xian's face was covered in frost, his eyelashes frozen with crystal snow dew, his limbs stiff from the cold. Pang Long was right; even with thick inner Qi, long exposure to wind and snow was not ideal.
"Brother!"
Li Xiaofan suddenly said, "We're back again."
With the help of the first rays of sunlight, they could finally see everything around them clearly. Not far away stood a mansion, half-destroyed by fire.
In front of the mansion.
Dozens of people, covered in ash, looked wretched and miserable.
"Brother, what should we do?" Li Xiaofan asked anxiously, clutching Li Xian's clothes tightly.
Li Xian frowned and patted the horse's back. It turned out that the horse knew the way. Riding it all night, Li Xian couldn't see the road because it was too dark, so he let the horse run freely.
This horse, being the house horse of Mr. Liu, recognized the way and ran back as dawn approached.
