Nightfall descended, the moonlight as gentle as water, softly sprinkling over the vast snowfield, as if draping a silver veil over the earth. Bai Xue reflected the moonlight, and the forest was shrouded in gray. Luo Zheng tightly gripped the Dragon Tooth Long Sword and walked forward, stepping high and low in the snowdrifts, his face as resolute as ice, his gaze sharp and fixed ahead, like the cold stars twinkling in the sky.
After escaping from the cliff, Luo Zheng headed north and was relieved not to encounter any enemies, guessing that they had chased towards the east and south and would never expect him to head north in a feint. Along the way, Luo Zheng continuously used the family-inherited Breathing Skill to restore his stamina and gradually climbed up a mountain ridge.
