Snowflakes like grains of salt were whipped by the north wind and slapped against the face; soon, the hat turned white, signaling a change in the weather was coming.
Ye Tian persisted in descending for a while longer, but to no avail; the ice wall had become slicker. Ye Tian began to curse himself in his mind – what a pain to descend when nightfall was fast approaching! In his moment of anxiety, Ye Tian suddenly spotted an area on the ice wall not far away that appeared to be a different color.
What place was that?
That place was not only differently colored from the others, but it also seemed like something was there, moving faintly. By then, the wind and snow had intensified. Weather on the ice field changed quickly, and the snow turned from small grains to large flakes, wildly fluttering about like goose feathers.
Ye Tian began to move toward the area of different color. Looking at the current situation, it seemed he might meet his fate here today.
