C49 The Wind and Snow Came When You Wanted to Kill the Wolves!

The wind and snow continued unabated, yet now they were tinged with the scent of blood. A line seemed to be drawn at the spot where Young Master Ye had stood; every snow mound that crossed it inexplicably collapsed.

Thick white fur was sliced open, and blood with a pungent odor seeped from the numerous wounds on the bodies. The blood oozed slowly