The temple is in sight, but the way is beset by traps.
The group continued their trek across the ice field. As they ventured deeper, the temperature plummeted, and the very air seemed to freeze, each breath visible as a plume of white mist.
Bai Wuhen wrapped his cloak tighter around himself and couldn't help but complain, "This cursed weather is even colder than before. Who knows how much further that temple is?"
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