Slap!
A crisp sound echoed.
The old man had returned to the side of the youth clad in beast skins, striking him on the back of his head with his palm. His aged voice lowered, tensely scolding:
"Idiot, stop looking!"
Clutching the back of his head, the youth in beast skins looked towards his master in confusion.
"Master, what's... what's wrong?"
As he spoke, the youth's gaze unintentionally drifted once more towards the silhouette of the woman.
Garbed in palace attire, her elegant figure seemingly glided over the snow without leaving a trace, her long hair cascading down her back in stunning grace and elegance, looking entirely at odds with everything around her.
It was like a pure lotus blooming out of the murky mud.
It appeared she intended to enter the city.
