บท 602: Last Bloodline of Nansheng (I)

"My lord, the snow is very heavy. I'm afraid we cannot take the nearby path. To ensure our safety, it would be better to take the main road."

Observing the condition of the snow, Wei Ci thought the flakes were like feathers. They floated down onto the faces of the men, then melted into ice water.

She could only nod helplessly. The wind and snow were too strong, and both were getting worse. It made the journey harder and delayed their progress.

The build-up of snow already reached the middle of one's calf. The horses and the horse carriages were not spared. All the roads they took had to be carefully assessed beforehand to prevent them from falling into any ditches. There were no villages ahead or any houses to be seen. If an accident happened, it would be disastrous.

She looked at the bleak skies outside, nodding in agreement.