The frost was bitter, and the wind and snow had yet to cease.
A furtive figure in tattered clothes, with a mess of straw piled atop his head, finally crawled out of the deep mountains and ancient forest.
Snow had piled thickly over his ragged clothes and straw hat, making him inconspicuous upon this wilderness.
There was no need to mention how many Demon Race warriors' eyes he had cautiously evaded along the way, nor how nimble his footwork had been, how astonishing his grasp of the terrain...
In short, after immense hardship, he had finally slipped silently out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains once more, returned to the wilderness, drawn close to Frost Wind Valley... and taken another step toward escaping alive!
He, Jiang, was not a man greedy for comfort. He had endured every kind of hardship, and could endure them all.
But only after truly walking through Demon Race territory did he deeply appreciate the goodness of The Present World! Though he had enemies in The Present World as well, though he often encountered life-and-death dangers, he had no shortage of friends. No matter whom he offended or opposed, there was always somewhere for him to set foot. No matter how badly he was wounded, how could he fail to find someone to treat him?
Not to mention that after struggling onward all this way, he had become a marquis of a hegemonic state, able to wipe out the Life-less Cult with a single word—what magnificent prestige that was. So long as he did nothing to challenge a hegemonic state's bottom line, he could walk sideways through The Present World without a problem.
But here in the Demon Realm, he trod as though over thin ice, trembling with fear every day. At the sight of a few