That night.
Wind and snow shrouded Shen Prefecture.
As far as the eye could see, everything was white, obscuring the road ahead.
Ding Ya clutched her wound as she staggered through the snow.
The biting wind at thirty or forty degrees below zero, combined with her injuries, had made her briefly lose consciousness several times.
Staring into the endless snow, the young lady of the Ding Family had completely lost her bearings.
She had been walking for hours without encountering a single person.
Before long, she would surely die in the snow.
"Brother..."
"Father, where are you?"
"Boohoo..."
"I'm so cold. I'm so scared."
Ding Ya was as helpless as a child, struggling with all her strength to keep her tears from falling.
She glanced at her phone. Brother Huo had shattered its screen.
How could a pampered young heiress, raised in luxury, ever have experienced the ruthlessness of Ground-Level People?
Never in her dreams had she imagined that Sikong Jian would refuse to listen to any explanation and send over a hundred Awakened from the Ma Family sprawling in a single charge.
If she had not run fast enough, her legs would have been chopped off just like Ma Qingshan's.
"Daddy... boohoo... where are you?"
"I'm so cold. I'm so sleepy."
"I... can't walk anymore."
Thud.
Her nerves stretched to their limit, Ding Ya could no longer hold on. Her vision went black, and she fainted.
Blood stained the surrounding white snow red.
Without someone to save her, she would not survive this freezing night.
Perhaps heaven always left a way out. Perhaps she was destined to suffer this ordeal.
Several minutes after she collapsed, a powerful light in the distance happened to shine on her.
It was a convoy.
Over a dozen off-road vehicles came roaring up.
"Sister