The three dragon steeds reared, with their rear hooves drawing a couple of long deep grooves into the ground and stopped.
On either sides of the path, the trees of the mountain forests were covered with layers upon layers of snow. Up ahead, a man was riding his dragon steed across the the road alone. Strangely, he was wearing a mask on his face.
This unusual scene made Miao Yi and two others aware that the man didn’t come with friendly intent.
The gazes of both party locked on to each other and the surrounding became extremely quiet. Occasionally, there would be snow crashing down onto the ground from the treetops whilst the nostrils of the four dragon steeds breathed out streams of warm air.
A silver spear flashed into Miao Yi’s hand. He slowly lifted it up and pointed at the other party before uttering in a low voice, “Friend, you are blocking the path. What are your intentions?”
