A day later, Chuanzhong Pass.
The wind and snow swayed, the vast land and endless mountains were like three million jade dragons soaring into the sky.
At the Mountain-cutting Army's station, inside the council hall, the brazier crackled as the cold wind outside the hall blew in a wisp of mist.
"Is there still no news?"
At this moment, a sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, followed by a deep and powerful voice. Judging by the tone, it seemed as if he was frowning.
"Returning to Commander, not yet!" a voice answered softly, followed by a gentle sigh.
"It's been four days!" The person asking was clearly a bit anxious, his voice growing heavy and filled with unease.
Then the hall fell silent, with no one responding.
Just at this moment,
"Deng deng deng"
the urgent sound of footsteps ascending the stairs suddenly came from outside against the cold wind.
