Qin He neither agreed nor disagreed, letting Da Yajin lead the way.
The night curtain descended slowly from the sky like an enormous sheet of black silk, shrouding the entire world in darkness.
The frigid wind swept in with the roar of a savage beast. Carrying snow and sleet across the sky, it pounced mercilessly upon everything on the earth like a horde of raging demons. The wind and snow fell like a fine rain of needles, lashing hard against their faces with bone-piercing pain and making them shudder.
The carriage had been assigned to another team, so the group trudged through the wilderness, one foot deep and the next shallow.
Their footprints were branded into the snow, glaringly conspicuous.
The snowfall was not heavy enough to cover their tracks anytime soon.
Yet Qin He had no idea what sort of surprise Da Yajin intended to deliver.
Qin He also noticed that Da Yajin's team consisted of seasoned hands who worked together with remarkable coordination.
Ma Da and Ma Er cleared the way ahead, while Liu Shan lagged some distance behind, sealing off the rear.
Ge Yanbing roamed around the area. His lightness skill was exceptional; he often appeared without a sound, then suddenly vanished again, like an alert hunting hound.
Qin He had met someone like that before—Lang Qing.
He wondered how Lang Qing was doing. There had been no news of him whatsoever.
If he had come to this world, and his strength remained at its former level, then he would still count as a powerhouse here.
But... everything was hard to predict.
"Master Tai, your marker stele is up ahead." After walking for half an hour, Ma Da pointed beneath a rocky cliff ahead.
"Any filthy things around? Someone died here last time," Da Yajin asked.
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