The distant mountains layered upon each other, clad in silver, stretching endlessly as the cold wind howled, sweeping up swirling snowflakes.
A long merchant caravan braved the snow and wind, laden with various goods. Black flags representing the trading company fluttered in the wind, emblazoned with the character 'Si'.
Sang Que wore a not-so-thick dark red outfit, her hair tied up with a red ribbon. She carried a peach wood bow and an arrow quiver on her back, holding the Hundred Victory Saber in her hand, sitting at the back of a grain-laden carriage.
Roughly estimating, the outdoor temperature was around zero degrees. Fortunately, she wore modern high-tech thermal clothing underneath, so she didn't feel cold.
The snow on the road was thick, untouched, and there was no luxury of salting it away, so the caravan moved slowly.
