Just as he left Ice Valley, Gu Xi felt the biting cold wind assault his face. He pulled his body further into the quilt, glanced up to confirm the direction, and let the Evil Coffin advance on its own.
He wrapped himself tightly, half-lying on the Evil Coffin, hoping the cold wind wouldn't blow him away.
Outside Ice Valley, the ground was frozen solid, with thick snow occasionally visible, and the streams were layered with ice, occasionally showing glimpses of fish leaping beneath the surface.
In the wilderness, a slightly noticeable path wound through, where beasts with white fur occasionally prowled.
These beasts seemed influenced by something; whenever they detected unusual movement on the road, they'd approach to investigate or perhaps even follow to attack.
Seeing Gu Xi riding a coffin board for movement, they were not surprised. Before long, a pack of wild wolves appeared behind Gu Xi, stealthily following along.
An attack could happen at any moment.
