The sky was dim, and the falling snow added a white veil to the land and sky.
Yuan Bao emerged from her hiding place, sticking close to the ground, crouching as she hurried along.
Where she ran, a clear line of small footprints was left in the snow, but in the blink of an eye, the prints were buried by the swirling, falling snow.
Familiar with the village, Yuan Bao skillfully slipped inside, sneaking towards the Yuan Family's yard like a little fox.
Along the way, Yuan Bao saw two groups of people.
The Great Yin scouts stationed in the four directions of the village had sent out people to consult their centurion due to the sudden snowfall.
Yuan Bao no longer let unnecessary curiosity arise; she did not want any unexpected complications.
Two quarters of an hour later, Yuan Bao successfully climbed the courtyard wall using the rope she had escaped with before, stepped on a small stool, and returned home.
