"Whoosh, whoosh~"
The bitter wind raged, roaring furiously as it overturned trees like a thing gone mad.
Like kites with broken strings, they swayed and fluttered, tumbling up and down.
A figure clad in red walked slowly through the bitter wind.
"Whoosh~"
Little Red-Clothed One was swept off her feet.
"Moo!"
Old Ox reached out a hoof and caught Little Girl.
Li Ping'an raised his head, looking at the magnificent pass above as he sketched a clear picture in his mind.
Quite a few people were heading into Demon-Suppressing Pass. Most were cultivators who had volunteered to defend it, or had come merely to see it.
The wind and snow seemed to be some phenomenon of spiritual resonance formed by the area's unique geographical position.
It was uniquely blessed by nature.
They sat down in a cave sheltered from the wind. Some cultivators in robes passed by.
They muttered as they walked.
Their voices carried through the wind and snow to Li Ping'an's ears.
"Damn it, they attack whenever it snows. Those Demon Race bastards are fucking crafty."
"Exactly. How lovely it would be to have hot pot at home in this weather!"
"..."
Little Girl had turned into Kitten and curled up in Old Ox's arms, rubbing her little paws together constantly.
Li Ping'an uncapped the Wine Gourd and took a long drink.
He shared some with Old Ox to warm up his body, too.
"This Fairy wants some, too!"
Kitten spoke as she looked at the Wine Gourd.
"Kittens can't drink wine. Have some hot water."
Li Ping'an used a talisman to boil the water that had frozen solid.
Kitten sipped the hot water, her gaze fixed intently on the Wine Gourd at Big Ping’an’s waist.
Just then, the voices of two cultivators, a man and a woman,