Western Pole, not far from the Divine Tomb.
A strange carriage halted amidst the wind and snow.
Horses such creatures never stood a chance in a place like this, yet here they were, prancing, a sign of abnormality.
Meng Xingxian had fallen into the carriage, not immediately rising, but rather, found herself bewildered.
It wasn't that Li Yuan had hurt her, rather she was in a storm of complex emotions, rendering her forgetful of any other actions.
It was a feeling of being completely seized.
Even though the Crow Mother had guarded the Divine Tomb for so many years, she never despaired, even when it meant fighting with the entire Barbarian Race, she never wavered.
But now, she was terrified.
Her mind subconsciously began to trace back, intertwining past events, slowly weaving them into a semblance of truth, giving birth to the feeling of being pieces on a chessboard, with him as the player.
