The two parties were going to encounter each other on a narrow path.0

In the distance was a group of thirty or so light cavalry, and they slowly came to a stop with their bows and sabers gleaming with especially vigorous might in the heavy snow.0

Approximately half of the cavalrymen were carrying torches in one hand, and the several men at the forefront of the group weren't wearing standard armor like everyone else as they clustered around and protected a handsome young man. The handsome young man was wearing a snow-white fox fur coat, and he squinted his eyes to peer through the wind and snow and observe the three riders in the distance. Appearing elegant and noble, he pursed his thin and sanguine lips.0

Three subordinates came to a stop beside the handsome young man. To his left was a burly man holding a long and brilliant lance that gleamed under the radiance of the torches held by the cavalrymen behind them.0

There was also a skinny and monkey-like man with his arms crossed before his chest. He had neither bow nor saber, and there was no sword hanging by his waist either. However, there were several bloody and ice-cold heads hanging on both sides of his saddle.0

To the right of the handsome young man was only a single person, an expressionless man in his forties who was carrying a sword in a pine grain scabbard, with the hilt of the sword surprisingly shaped like a ganoderma. The man frequently covered his mouth to cough.2

The handsome young man appeared to have the closest relationship with the middle-aged man to his right, with his body leaning ever so slightly toward him even though he was sitting high up on hors...0