The heavy snow sealed the mountains, blanketing the peaks and ravines like a layer of cotton.
Only occasionally did the steep cliffs reveal a hint of their ocher color, like a piece of rock sugar in a white porcelain bowl.
Down by the mountain path, Jiang Yi held the Cat Master, gently covering its big, round eyes with his palm.
Grandpa was killing horses, using their blood essence to refine the Black Slaughter Lock. It wouldn't do to let the Cat Master see such a bloody scene.
The Black Slaughter Lock rose and fell like a great python, its dark, heavy links rattling and clanking.
Yang Xun formed hand seals as he instructed:
"After you return to Red Flame Peak, you must lie low for a few days. And don't mention to anyone that you've broken through to the Qi Cultivation Fifth Layer.
