CLIP-CLOP-CLOP... CLIP-CLOP-CLOP...
The staccato sound of hooves echoed endlessly as seven people on six mounts traversed the vast, snow-swept landscape.
Blizzard nights had become synonymous with the northern Snow Realm. Rong Taotao had been through countless nights like this, but no matter how many he experienced, he would never get used to them.
It was dark, cold, and a little disorienting.
In the blizzard, Rong Taotao's visibility was terrifyingly low. Although his Soul Power allowed him to keep his eyes open against the frigid wind, he could see no more than five meters ahead.
Riding at high speed in the center of the group, he couldn't even see the back of Yin Hu, their leader, and could only hear the sound of hooves.
"Is that a forest up ahead, Gao Lingwei?" a voice called out through the wind and snow.
