Amid the raging wind and blizzard, a rather leisurely neigh rang out.
"Neigh!"
The Son of Heaven rode with six horses, the Feudal Lords with four. Qiao Yun drove the carriage slowly beneath the great boulder.
Though he could not control the raging winds over a vast area, bringing someone down from the boulder was still no problem.
Luo Ling floated lightly onto the carriage. The sight delivered another tremendous shock to the Xiongnu behind him who had yet to flee far.
Clop, clop, clop.
Luo Ling sat in the carriage, beneath clear skies, while wind and snow raged outside it.
Behind him, the surging blizzard swallowed the earth and sky he had just passed through.
The God of the Four Seasons remained continuously active. The snowstorm filling the sky seemed about to engulf everything on the Grasslands. Countless people wailed, countless people prayed, and many had already fallen amid the boundless snow. Livestock shorn of their hair could not withstand the sudden drop in temperature and likewise collapsed to the ground.
Winds from every direction brought Luo Ling countless tidings. Countless Hu People prayed to their deities, naturally received no answer, and then began to curse. Countless tragedies erupted beneath this natural disaster.
Luo Ling withdrew all his senses and said softly, "Let's go. Leave the Grasslands."
Qiao Yun asked, "Household Head, shall we return straight to the Central Plains?"
Luo Ling knew that by the Central Plains, Qiao Yun meant the stretch between Zhao City and Luoyang. Sitting upright in the carriage, he said, "Not the Central Plains. Head west, then turn toward Guanzhong. I am going to Chang'an to meet His Majesty the Emperor."
Once the deed was done, he brushed off his robes and departed, but he could not bury his achievements and fame.
That was