Five kilometers west of Xia City, snow mist filled the sky, and the cold wind raged.
Six figures stood tensely guarding a large tree.
A snowy landscape painting hung on the tree; if Hou Ming were here now, he would instantly recognize it as identical to the Redwood Ridge snow scene he just saw in the North Fifth District room.
Of course, if he were here, he would also immediately recognize the six people guarding this painting as none other than the ones he was to apprehend — Chu Dongning and his party.
Fwoosh...
The snowy landscape on the tree suddenly glowed, and two arms swiftly stretched out, followed by a beautiful woman in plain clothes jumping directly out of the painting.
"Little Princess!"
"Did the Xia people bully you, Little Princess?"
