C300 Herba Soulcatrae

Finally, Feng Sanniang and the others climbed out of the snow with much difficulty.

Fortunately, everyone was fine. Otherwise, Feng Ge really would have died from guilt.

"It's good that everyone is fine." Feng Ge heaved a sigh of relief.

"City Lord, what about the Snow Racoon Dog?" Feng Sanniang asked.

"I've already injured it, so it won't be coming out for a while." Feng Ge replied