Inside the carriage, Li Ang slightly lifted the curtain and gazed outside at the tumultuous blizzard.
The gale raged, and the snowflakes cut like knives; a vast expanse of white seemed to be the only color in the world.
Even for players, the wind and snow here were a profound mystery. Their Spiritual Sense, usually able to sweep across wide slopes, could barely reach beyond the carriage in these snowy mountains. It was utterly incapable of piercing the blizzard to see the palace atop the peak.
This feeling of being blindfolded… the last time I felt this was in Dusheng Village.
Li Ang reflected on past memories, his expression impassive.
"We will soon arrive at the Snow Palace," Smoker's deep voice interrupted Li Ang's reminiscence. "When do we make our move?"
