The sky was filled with leaden clouds, seemingly ready to crush down. Heavy snow poured mercilessly from the depths of the heavens, each flake carrying a piercing chill. They tumbled in the wind, forming sharp white storms, sweeping through every corner of Yanghua, covering withered vegetation, and plunging everything into silence.
At the Zhu family martial arts hall, outside the courtyard, on top of a large tree, two figures in white coats were concealed among the branches. One figure was slender and handsome, the other burly and strong. Despite the biting cold, a foot of snow had already accumulated on their bodies, yet they remained motionless, like stone sculptures.
Only the bright eyes on their faces betrayed that they were indeed alive.
On the tree branches, when they saw Lin Yuan easily kill Lu Hualiang, their calm breathing showed some slight fluctuations.
