Snow Mountain, as cold winds cut like knives, howled as they swept by.
Mingled within the wind was a dull, whining neigh.
A snow-white carriage, cleaving through the air, stopped at the foot of a mountain.
This carriage, drawn by eight majestic dragon-horses... Array patterns dazzled onlookers, and a luminous, golden glow surrounded the canopy.
"Prince Jiu."
As the carriage halted, several shadows materialized in the midst of the wind and snow, and they immediately knelt around the carriage.
One of those shadows, speaking with respectful tone, said, "Starting from the outskirts of 'Chi Ling City', Ao Ying's aura has been growing fainter, the last trace ended here."
There was a tall, young figure sitting in the carriage.
Prince Jiu spoke softly, "No reaction from Long Yuan?"
