Chapter 1635: 33 Heavens, Can't You Take It Slow?

Snowflakes fluttered from the sky, covering the land already buried under an unknown depth of snow like willow catkins. A person, stepping into this snowfield, would sink as though into a swamp, swallowed up in an instant.

A carriage pulled by Flying Dragon Horses glided smoothly over the vast snowy terrain, leaving behind only faint traces as if a swallow had skimmed the surface.

However, the carriage jostled violently.

Occasionally, a moan would escape. Given that the carriage was actually an air-transportation spiritual artifact with superior sound insulation, one could hardly imagine how loud a noise had to be for it to be heard outside.

The north wind howled as though ghosts were wailing and wolves were baying.

That voice was soft and fine as silk, mingled with the wind's cutting edge, it could instantly induce a racing heart and a fevered body, as tender as a lover's caress over one's skin.