C11 (1/2)

At this time, on the official road leading to the center of capital, a thin layer of snowy ground had been covered, which was smooth and flawless. They were probably the first group of people to pass by. The sound of the wheels rumbling against the snow reverberated through the mountain. All that was left behind were the marks of the carriages and the footprints of the horses, indicating the hasty return of the owner.

None of them spoke. The whole journey was lonely.

Within the carriage, smoke was swirling about, and a white blanket covered the entire carriage. Although a bone-piercing cold wind was blowing outside, it didn't affect the warmth of the car in the slightest, as if it was summer.

Jun Mo Han looked at the unconscious White Brook, and frowned as he gently slid his hand across his face. To be able to force the famous Devil Sect to come up the mountain and unleash such a shocking martial art was not the work of a woman who had lived for a long time in a deep wall; even he might not be her match.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that someone could have killed someone so cruelly.

Who the hell are you?

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed. Within the palace of the Rain Pavilion, White Brook suddenly opened his eyes. Just now, she seemed to dream that she had come to that terrifying place and killed many people.

He endured the pain in his chest and got up. Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, he wrinkled his eyebrows in disbelief. Didn't he get robbed on the mountain?

Could it be that he had returned to the modern era?

However, looking at the antiquated room in front of her, she uncertainly started to make a move, her fingers forcefully pinching her palm. But she didn't seem to feel any pain, and she twisted it hard, but still didn't feel it. He could not help but wrinkle his brow, release his hand, and quietly reached to his waist. He twisted it a few times, and through the soft and comfortable clothes, he could still feel the pain of concentration.

Her expression changed several times, and she mocked herself, thinking that this was just a dream. When the dream wakes up, she will still return to the modern world.

After a long while, when his head didn't seem as dizzy as before he dragged his weak body out of bed. Looking up at the window, it was her favorite snowfall.