Wind and snow, sharp as knives, tore through the grey, overcast sky over Chentang Pass.
Heavenly Valley Master Shuang’s face was as cold as frost, though her alluring eyes were remarkably captivating, and her thin lips held a distinct sensuality. Unlike most thin beauties, she possessed a graceful frame, full and voluptuous—like a soft, warm quilt in the dead of winter.
She wore a white cloak, and even from behind, she was a striking sight. Now, riding a white horse at full gallop, she reined in before the city gates, gazing up at the majestic, towering Chentang Pass. It was a scene as breathtaking as an ink-wash painting.
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