"Boom-!!"
The barbarian scooped Li Ping'an up like a chick and was about to break into a run.
Old Ox and Kitten behind him received the same treatment.
But they had barely run any distance.
They suddenly discovered that the avalanche had stopped.
The torrent of snow pouring down the slope seemed frozen in place.
The falling rocks and broken timber stopped moving as well.
The barbarians had never seen anything like this. They stared at one another, utterly bewildered.
Li Ping'an told them in their language not to worry.
Holding a sheet of white paper between his fingers, he put away the Knight-Errant Brush.
The paper ignited in his hand without a flame and vanished without a trace.
The collapsing snow mountain began returning to its original state, and the broken timber and shattered rocks were restored one after another.
It was as though nothing had ever happened.
The barbarians watched the scene in astonishment, their gazes shifting again and again as they looked at Li Ping'an.
In the end, they simply dropped to their knees, seemingly taking him for a god.
Li Ping'an hurriedly asked them to get up and gestured for them to turn around and head back.
After a brief farewell, the man, the ox, and the cat left.
When the barbarians returned to their tribe, they told everyone about encountering an avalanche a few days earlier.
Once they spread the story of how the man from the Central Plains had stopped the avalanche with a casual gesture.
The entire tribe erupted like a boiling pot.
The dozen or so barbarians described it so vividly that they did not seem to be lying at all.
The tribe's chief thought for a long time before finally coming up with an explanation.
That man certainly was no ordinary