The deep winter had passed, and early spring had arrived.
Spring rain gently persisted without end.
The world was still accompanied by harsh cold.
The accumulation of rainwater extracted the warmth between heaven and earth, bringing an icy chill accompanied by the spring breeze sweeping across the land, seemingly more bone-chilling than the thick snow of deep winter.
Li Che, wearing a Horse Face mask, had his Qi and blood utterly subdued to silence, completely noiseless, his eyes deeply somber, rapidly flitting across the Mansion City streets.
His speed was extremely fast, each tap of his toes similar to a dragonfly skimming water, causing the puddles to ripple outward, smoothly launching forward, covering meters in an instant.
He was running towards a direction away from the Qin Mansion.
