Mu Xuetong pulled the Silver City's Han Yanmeng tightly to him with one hand, and gave everything he had as he dashed through the snow. He didn't even dare to glance back. And, that's because he knew that his speed would slow down if he were to glance back for even a second. And, there was a chance that he would get caught if he was slowed down even momentarily. However, that would mean that the sacrifice of the Third Elder and the others would go in vain.
Therefore, he lowered his head, and escaped in grief and indignation with every ounce of strength he could muster.
