Heavy snow swirled down.
In the blink of an eye, goose-feather snowflakes fell in rustling showers from leaden-gray clouds.
Heaven and earth became a vast, hazy expanse of white.
A thin layer of pure white even began to accumulate upon the docks.
A chilly wind blew, and the domestic servants who had traveled together shivered. They hastily tucked their hands into their sleeves and kept exhaling white plumes of mist.
Chen Ye also stood on the dock. Because the temperature at the dock was low, the moisture from his breathing condensed into white mist.
Yet unlike those ordinary servants, he did not fear the cold.
Having undergone Mortal Shedding nine times, his entire body was like a smelting furnace and had long since been immune to bitter cold.
Even if he wore only a single tunic, he would not feel cold.
The same was true for some of the martial masters of the Cui Family who possessed a degree of cultivation.
After disembarking, they treated the chilling wind as nothing, moving with complete freedom and each busying themselves.
For a time, figures stirred chaotically across the dock amidst a hubbub of noise.
Just as Chen Ye was about to call out to Su Guang and San Gouzi to pack their luggage, his gaze swept across the outer perimeter of the dock, and his expression suddenly shifted.
He saw a party of riders galloping swiftly toward the front of the dock.
The man in the lead wore a dark-white long robe, draped with a deep-colored cloak over his shoulders, and sat with a tall, straight posture.
Dozen of horsemen followed closely behind, their hooves striking the snow with a resounding and imposing momentum.
"Whoa!"
The party galloped to the edge of the dock, reined in their horses to a halt, and