The snowstorm was biting, like a blade cutting the face.
A gigantic white ghostly figure loomed over Mu Wanqiu, with the Judge holding high a large banner, parting the sky full of frost and snow, paving a path for her to traverse deep into the Snow Ridge.
Mu Wanqiu glanced back in the direction she swiftly dashed away, a hint of gratitude appearing in her eyes.
She knew very well... in the recent skirmish, she had already lost.
If the captain hadn't deliberately let her go, she would already be on her way back.
Having abandoned the mission like this, once she returned, no matter how Lu Zhe explained, she couldn't avoid a scolding from Commander Osmond and Lord of the Legion.
Thinking of this.
Mu Wanqiu took a gentle breath.
She couldn't let down the captain's "good intentions"; since she was determined to explore the root of the nightmare, she must trace it back to its origin!
The deeper she went, the quieter the Snow Ridge became.
