Xu Jing lay on the ground, holding a spear made from a branch in her right hand. She was still wearing the down jacket she wore when she arrived, only now it was a bit dirty, and the branches had torn part of her sleeve, exposing some feathers.
Her long hair fluttered in the cold wind, and her eyes were like torches. A white deer was casually strolling through the snow-covered forest clearing, its antlers intertwining like roots, forming seven or eight sharp forks, resembling the crown of a forest king.
The deer's eyes were white, its fur as snowy as white, and its body emitted a faint bluish glow. Where its hooves trod, small red, blue, and yellow flowers bloomed, only to wither away shortly thereafter.
"Its meat must be excellent."
This was Xu Jing's thought; the deer was large, standing on all fours, it was taller than her, even without lifting its head. Those sharp antlers could easily pierce her flesh, but Xu Jing wouldn't give it a chance.
