The snow was falling.
It fell like rain.
The wind was howling.
It was as sharp as a knife.
Just a moment ago, there were still many marks on the ground.
There were human footprints, horse footprints, and ... Some strange drag marks.
But now, under the hazy moonlight, all that was left was a blurry white.
Huuuu
All of a sudden, a cold northern wind blew.
At the same time, a figure appeared on the hill.
He was wearing a large cloak and a bamboo hat.
He had a small burden on his shoulders. A long sword hung from his waist.
After reaching a higher place, he stopped and looked into the distance.
When the small Inn that was on the verge of collapse in the wind and snow appeared in his sight, he let out a long breath.
It was not easy to find this place in the middle of the barren mountains, deep in the soil of the rocks, based on memory, intuition, and the dim moonlight.
It could even be said to be a miracle ...
