The night sky was devoid of stars, and the large round moon seemed to follow the vehicle, illuminating the snowy landscape as if it were broad daylight.
The January wind was bone-chilling, and even though the two trucks were fitted with iron frames draped in thick canvas, piercing cold gusts still found their way in like phantom wraiths.
At this moment, Li Xianglu, Qin Xi, and Qin Zhen were all seated on a brightly lit big truck.
This was a freight truck transporting industrial materials to Guanzhong, and then returning with grain and foodstuffs.
Since there was only one seat next to the driver, Mr. Li, with his frail health, was forcibly seated in the front by Li Xianglu.
