Half-Day Rush to the Small Town

Heading north from Dragon Ascending Town, the land gradually changed.

At first, scattered villages and fields could still be seen, cooking smoke curling upward, chickens and dogs heard from afar.

Farther north, the villages grew sparser and sparser, and the farmland turned into grassland, the grassland into wasteland. The trees changed from broadleaf to coniferous; tall oaks and maples vanished, replaced by short pines and birches that shivered in the cold wind.

Traces of humanity became fewer and fewer. Occasionally, they could see the track of a sled, stretching crookedly into the distance, only to be quickly covered by fresh snow.

Shui Bing'er's Soul Power ran out three hours later.

She gritted her teeth and held on for another fifteen minutes, but the glow of her ice-crystal wings grew dimmer and dimmer, and her figure began to waver.

Xiao Yun noticed something wrong with her, slowed down, and turned his head to glance at her.

"Get on."

He reached out and pulled Shui Bing'er onto the Flying Sword, letting her stand in front of him.

Shui Bing'er's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed as she leaned back into his arms. The Flying Sword flew steadily forward, even steadier than when she flew by herself.

Shui Bing'er lowered her head, the roots of her ears a little red.

It was not the first time she had been this close to Xiao Yun, but every time it happened, her heart still beat faster.

She could feel the warmth of his chest, hear his steady heartbeat, and smell the faint, fresh scent of grass and wood on him.

The cold wind howled past her ears, but she did not feel cold at all. The spiritual power around him was like an invisible shield, keeping the cold wind outside.

She deliberately leaned back a little