Before Qin An, frail and sickly, could catch his breath, a sudden gust of wind swept him right off his feet.
Seeing them emerge, two sentries changing guard exchanged malicious grins. They scooped up handfuls of snow to put out the bonfire used for warmth, and then ducked back into their tent.
Damn it, even the low-ranking guards have been bought off. They are trying to freeze me to death!
Chapter 508