In the blinding snowstorm, either he couldn't move at all for fear of stirring a bit of wind, or once he moved, he couldn't stop. Li Changzhou led his men and ran into Fengxue Town in one breath.
The simple horse stable could barely shield from the wind and rain, but there were many horses inside, emitting heat that made the temperature in the stable somewhat bearable.
A few lamps flickered on the top of the shed, and sometimes ghosts crashed dead on the lights.
The group dismounted, and before Li Changzhou could act, a lean man holding his own horse with his left hand reached over with his right to take his reins.
"Hurry up! Get into the tavern! I'm freezing to death!"
"Damn it! My hands are frozen stiff!"
Two nimble men quickly tied up the reins and ran toward the distant brightly lit tavern, but before they left the stable, they were hauled back by an old man.
"What's the matter, old man?!"
