The expressions on everyone's faces were varied, but they didn't take Qi Fei's mentions of good days seriously. From being lofty nobles to serving as slaves, what good days could there be? It was just a prolonged struggle for survival.
Still, they were sincerely grateful for the rescue.
After packing up all their belongings, everyone braved the cold wind and blizzard, starting their journey.
Each person clutched tightly to the rope around their waist, afraid of stepping into a deep pit or being swept away by the cold wind to the ends of the earth.
At regular intervals, the ends of each rope were tightly controlled by guards led by Han Yi.
Now, not only hands and feet but even eyes and noses could not be exposed to the air, or they would quickly get frostbitten. So, everyone was fully armed, holding onto the rope, blindly following the steps of the person in front, one step at a time.
