A thousand miles of ice locked the land, ten thousand miles of snowflakes drifted through the air.
After leaving their previous settlement, Wei Li and Li Qingyuan had been traveling for barely two days before both of them began to feel as though they were completely lost.
Right before their eyes had been a flat, open road, stretching out straight ahead of them with no possibility of going wrong. Yet after these short two days, that road was now impossible to distinguish. Its outline had vanished, swallowed up entirely right beneath their eyes, leaving the panting carriage with nothing during its grueling journey except the dead silence and tedium of travel, and a profound, oppressive sense of being lost.
Chapter 559