Above the Snowy Ridge, before the dilapidated temple.
A young, beautiful woman with bloodstains all over her body sat slumped on the snow, clutching an infant. Her face was deathly pale, and she looked pitiful. A civet cat the size of a human palm stood guard in front of her. Facing them were over a dozen fierce-looking martial arts warriors on horseback.
This scene, appearing in the snowy night on the ancient path of the desolate ridge, held a unique, chilling atmosphere—a mixture of aesthetic beauty and the murderous intent typical of the martial world.
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