"Here is the rouge money, keep it safe."
Pang Long threw a brocade bag over.
"Pang..."
Li Xian wanted to inquire, but Pang Long sighed heavily and turned back, entering the manor.
Looking around, the world was pitch black.
Buying rouge, no different than a fool's dream, harder than ascending to heaven.
Yihetang Manor is over thirty miles away from Qingning County. Though not a mountain path, it is a road paved with small stones and gravel.
But with such heavy snow, the road had long been buried.
Unable to find the path, once ventured out, one would definitely lose direction.
Li Xian cleared his thoughts, gently exhaled.
Forced himself to calm down, considering his options.
"I'm still at the gate of the manor, there are reference points, I know the directions of east, south, west, and north. Once I step into the snowstorm, there will be no more reference points."
No matter what, first put on the beast fur cloak to keep warm.
