"Three hundred li to the north lies the Ice Plain." Xiang Xuehai rested on my back, pointing at the vast expanse of white in the distance. "Snow falls there year-round; even cultivators struggle to survive."
I shifted the person on my back, pulling her legs a bit tighter. "What's to fear? I'm a man who comes with his own built-in heating pad!"
I said that, but looking at the distant snow plain, my heart was hammering against my ribs. Three hundred li? In modern terms, that was a hundred and fifty kilometers—enough to run three or four marathons, let alone trek through the snow with someone on my back.
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