They kept walking for over a hundred li.
They finally noticed that there were still people ahead continuously sweeping the snow, clearing the roads.
The escort vehicles whistled by.
"Everyone, go back. If there's time, I will return."
Fang Che let out a long howl.
Two hundred li out of the city.
The snow sweeping team eventually reached the end.
But two martial artists rushed over from the distant snowfields: "Master Lu."
"Please speak."
"Two thousand li ahead, we've marked all the passable roads. Follow the signs, and you surely won't fall into ravines; every shallow and deep spot, we have marked."
The two men's faces showed shame: "Time was too tight, we did our utmost, and only managed to mark to two thousand li. Please forgive us, Lord Fang."
The two simultaneously stepped aside and kneeled by the road: "Farewell, Lord Fang! May your journey be smooth and safe! Whenever you have free time, be sure to come back and visit!"
