Yet they could not help wanting to run away, terrified of being tainted by even the slightest scrap of that bizarre blizzard and being turned into ice sculptures, dying without a trace of their bones left, unable to return to the lands of the Jade Tent Royal Court.
Their fear continued to ferment in their hearts. Recalling how they had closely followed behind Zhao Wujiang and Snow Wolf Xiaobai earlier—shouldering arms together, hands on the hilts of their sabers, and standing ready to strike Zhao Wujiang down the moment anything seemed amiss—a mix of relief and remorse kept spreading through them. Thank goodness they hadn't actually made a move. If they had, rather than waiting for warriors from the Golden Tent Royal Court to come and intercept them, they would have been entirely buried in the ice field without even a chance to run or beg for mercy, just like the batch of Golden Tent people who had just died.
Yet, try as they might, they could not figure out how Zhao Wujiang had grown so overwhelmingly powerful. How was it that even the Heavenly Warriors of the Golden Tent Royal Court had no power to resist him at all?
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