The sky was cloudless, and amidst the endless mountain ranges, a tiny human figure trudged on through the white snow. Every now and then, a cold, biting wind would sweep through, and the snowflakes it carried would land on the figure's shoulders.
Bi Fang patted his shoulder, the accumulated snow falling off in a rustle. The weather was cold enough that snowflakes wouldn't melt immediately upon touching his clothes, or even his face.
After walking through the snow-covered forest for over an hour, he was beginning to feel the strain.
Bi Fang stopped, looked at the sun, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He had a bad feeling since a while ago, as if something significant was about to happen.
The sky was devoid of any clouds, it even seemed a bit darker, and the harsh cold wind was noticeably weaker than the day before. He was heating up with sweat from all the walking, which was strange even considering the temperature rise towards midday.
Hopefully, nothing would go wrong...
