Lin Yu'an trudged quickly toward the shelter, braving the intensifying snowstorm with heavy and light steps.
It seemed that the temperature in the air had dropped several degrees within minutes, with the piercing cold trying its best to penetrate his thick clothing.
The clear animal tracks he had just found in the snow were smoothed over by new falling snow and howling winds.
The entire forest was ravaged by this sudden blizzard.
Visibility became extremely poor; within ten meters, everything turned into a vast white blur, indistinguishable between sky and earth.
Lin Yu'an relied almost entirely on memory and his sense of terrain to painstakingly discern direction in the storm.
He kept his body low to brace against the force of the wind, making each step feel abnormally heavy and difficult.
Finally, after nearly half an hour, the stone house shelter appeared ahead, shrouded by the swirling snow.
