Nightfall descended once again upon the desolate snowfield mountains, carrying an endless air of desolation and slaughter. The mountains and forests, covered in white snow, were as silent as death, devoid of even a single flying bird, suffocatingly still. The snow reflected the moonlight, casting a gray haze over the land. On a steep cliff, a giant stone was slowly moved, revealing a cave beneath. A head emerged cautiously, observing the surroundings with eyes as cold as stars from beyond the Ninth Heaven.
The one who emerged was Luo Zheng. During the day, exposure was too risky, making it inconvenient to travel. Luo Zheng had hidden inside the cave and slept all day. At night, he contacted Lan Xing and learned that small units had suddenly emerged before dark and retreated far away. Luo Zheng estimated these were the remaining sentries. Since the sentries had withdrawn, it indicated the enemy had given up on surrounding surveillance or had other intentions.
