Huang Village.
A slender figure threaded through the vast, withered snowy woods. Climbing the frozen ridges, she moved as effortlessly as a goddess, even nimbler than the winter sparrows.
Xiaozhai turned her mental force on full blast, covering the maximal area it could reach while searching the mountain with speed and precision. She did not use the Void-arranging Technique, but trode on the hard ground and broken branches, finishing half the mountain in no time.
This direction was her task, while Long Qiu and the Golden Silkworm covered the rest separately. She trusted Xiaojin's wits: the girl must have left something behind. With that in mind, she "raided" the mountain slope inside out like a ploughing machine.
"Rustle!"
"Crackle!"
Brushing past the quivering dead branches, Xiaozhai swished out of the snowy woods. She was welcomed by an open field—she had reached the foot of the hill.
'Hm?'
