C261 A Thousand Miles of Pursuit!

Without warning, snowflakes began to dance within the biting cold wind, their fleeting whiteness appearing and disappearing in the air, each flake carrying a chill.

Yaoguang's gaze was as icy as the frosty weather, her swordplay lightning-fast. The swish of her blade was all that could be heard, its true location a mystery to the eye.

Yet, Zhao Shen managed to parry every strike