Li Yuan and Tang Nian traveled together.
No unexpected events occurred, and they encountered no oblivious bandits. After all, in such a snow-covered mountain wilderness where even human traces are rare, where would bandits come from?
On the mountain path,
the cold wind howled, buzzing against their eardrums;
the snow rushed like ocean currents, snowdrifts knee-deep, with footprints quickly covered by the wind and snow as soon as they were made.
As the path turned and twisted, it led to mysterious places.
After a long time, the father and daughter ascended to a peak where there was no way forward.
Tang Nian stopped in her tracks, as did the three massive Sixth Grade figures behind her, exuding a terrifying pressure.
The red-clothed woman placed her hands on her hips, naturally pulled out a gourd with a "pop," removed the stopper, and drank deeply, her cheeks gradually flushing, clearly indicating that this wine was not merely strong liquor but contained something else as well.
