"Huff..."
The cold wind howls.
Snowflakes are coming at full force from all sides.
The sky has turned completely dark.
Lu Wufei carries Little White at his chest, speeding through the sky with Iron Zheng and Meng Nan, his two children. It makes him reminiscent of the time he travelled on Liu Jing's old Taoist golden ship.
At such times,
A large flying magic artifact could have made the travels more comfortable.
Protecting the two children,
He quickly flies out of the mountain range where the Kunlun Sect resides.
The blizzard is starting to wane.
"Squeak..."
At this moment, Little White, who was lying on his dad's chest, suddenly crawled out and climbed onto his shoulder to greet the two children behind him.
Facing the adorable Spirit Mouse their uncle kept,
both siblings loved it.
Meng Nan, being their older sister at fourteen years old, which is four years older than Iron Zheng,
Had undergone more experiences and was thus more mature.
