Jhiang Yuan only felt that Song Yi was moving so fast, she was struggling to keep up.
In such cold weather, she even began to feel a bit sweaty.
However, no matter how fast they moved, they hadn't gotten very far.
That feeling of trudging through snow was particularly unpleasant.
There was a turn ahead, shrouded in darkness, and she had no idea how Song Yi could so keenly grasp their direction.
Once there, his pace suddenly quickened.
Jhiang Yuan felt scared, that effort to forge ahead coupled with the inability to see clearly was disheartening.
They hadn't gone far when Song Yi abruptly changed direction.
Jhiang Yuan couldn't see and could only follow the direction of his pull.
The pace grew faster and then suddenly he crouched down, instructing in a whisper,
Everyone hastily crouched, the snow soaking their clothes, and no one dared to speak.
As they stayed still, they indeed heard voices speaking.
Although the voices were quite distant, there was an air of frustration.