Once again it was a full moon night, coupled with the heavy snowfall from two days ago, the world appeared bright and clear.
In this moonlit night that resembled daytime, a figure was swiftly darting through the mountains.
In the places he passed, only a faint trace was left on the snowy ground, which was barely discernible unless looked at carefully.
As he flew up to the treetops, the branches laden with thick snow only trembled slightly, hardly disturbing any snowflakes.
Finally.
After sprinting for more than a dozen miles, the forest gradually thinned out, and suddenly, a lake appeared ahead.
By now, the lake water had already frozen, leaving an ice surface spanning several miles.
Upon reaching the edge of the lake, Zhao Ya stopped, calming his slightly boiling Qi blood after the rapid run for several miles, then stepped onto the ice surface.
Zhao Ya was not here in the middle of the night at the lake deep behind the Azure Dragon Temple to admire the scenery.
