It was snowing heavily. The snow quickly turned into a whirlwind, making it impossible to see even an inch ahead.0

It felt as though the Eight Cold Narakas of Buddhism had descended upon the world.0

Moreover, the cold swept in with frightening speed, and as time passed, the temperature dropped lower and lower.0

The sky was covered in thick clouds, so dark it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.0

"How amazing," Luo Xiaoyue exclaimed as she drew her coat tighter.0

It was so cold that if one moistened their lips with saliva, their mouth would freeze.0

If they hadn’t been generating heat through the qi flowing from the dantian beneath their navel, they would have frozen long ago.0

"It will take about a week to get to the palace."0

The North Sea was truly far. Zhou Xuchuan's sense of burden had not been unfounded.0

To reach the Heilong River, the northeastern tip of the Central Plains, one had to travel through Henan, Hebei, the Capital, Liaoning, and Jilin.0

Normally, it would have taken at least half a month, but the three travelers from the Central Plains were masters of lightness arts and could afford to expend large amounts of qi.0

In addition, since they had enough money, they occasionally rode horses as well.0

Thanks to all this, they had accomplished the feat of reaching the Heilong River in just a few days.0

"As you can see, visibility is...0