He had made ample preparations before entering the snow Mountain. He had heard from second white that third miss Gu had escaped to the snow Mountain!
It took Xie Nanfeng three days to cross the snow Mountain. He felt the blood in his body turn cold, and he felt like he was going to die the next moment.
Fortunately, he was quite lucky. Halfway up the other side of the mountain, he saw people at the foot of the mountain.
He remembered second white telling him not to make too much noise in the snow Mountain. Otherwise, he might be buried in the snow Mountain.
He took out a bright red cloth from his bag and tied it to his walking stick. As he walked, he raised his walking stick.
This place was already the territory of the great Zhou. He was not afraid of being discovered, but he was afraid that no one would discover him.
As they walked down the mountain, Xie Nanfeng couldn't hold on any longer, but he still didn't see anyone.
