Chapitre 421: Sight of Soul Essence

*Pouf~Pouf~Pouf.

The footsteps of stepping through the white snow were to be heard together with her staff stopping the same snow.

Despite her shows, the cold still managed to sip in.

It was uncomfortable and tiresome walking through the snow every day.

Her original clothes though still intact, she knew it was a matter of time before they would become nothing but a rag.

Even after the white-furred clothes protecting them and keeping herself warm.

They were very uncomfortable and every time she remembered that the fur was being held together by bones made her stomach feel sick.

She hated all those things.

She wanted to go back to her grandfather.

The only thing that she liked was the small mask that he did for her. The mask was smooth and felt nice to be on her face and it fitted her perfectly.