Alex and the other four flew in the True rank boat, surrounded by white snow that was marred crimson by the setting sun.
It didn't take long for the sun to set around these parts. Sun would usually set even as fast as 4 pm in the afternoon because of some of the tall peaks around here.
Alex scanned the area as they flew. There were leafless trees and frozen boulders, yet there was not a single sign of human life anywhere.
Alex looked to his left, the east, where storm clouds were starting to move into their location. Within the hour, they were going to have to fly through a snow storm if they were lucky.
If not, it would be a blizzard, or even worse, an ice storm with pieces of ice falling sideways so fast that most self-tempering realm cultivators wouldn't even be able to come out unharmed.
