A fierce wind rose. As Kong Wendao closed in, Feng Manlou bared his teeth with a grimace, looking as though he had just swallowed something foul.
Feverishly scrabbling around on the ground for a few leaves, he wiped the snow off them. Gasping and hissing at the biting chill, he rubbed his backside with an icy leaf, hastily pulled up his trousers, and bolted after Wang Han.
Wang Han's speed was nothing short of blistering. Yet as he ran, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye: within the blink of an eye, Feng Manlou was pacing him stride for stride.
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