SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, SWISH...
As evening approached, the blizzard in the Frosted Plain intensified, snow fluttering down and nearly obscuring one's sight.
Unable to see the faces of the approaching figures, everyone tensed, thinking they were Sky Flying Demons.
"It's Luo Feng!"
As the figure drew closer, Bing Ruolan's eyes brightened, a hint of joyful surprise on her pretty face.
Bursting through the snow was a young man carrying a red saber on his back. Despite his lean and slightly slender figure, he exuded a sense of unwavering, mountain-like stability. It was Luo Feng.
WHOOSH!
Moving as fast as lightning, Luo Feng carved a white pathway through the blizzard, landing in front of the trio.
Noticing the numerous bloodstains on Luo Feng's clothes, He Qin's eyes narrowed. "Luo Feng, are you hurt?"
Luo Feng shook his head, chuckling. "I'm fine. This blood belongs to the Sky Flying Demons."
