Countless snow-white feathers kept falling.
They fell piece by piece on a pitch-black figure.
All around was pitch black, only countless feathers like raindrops, disappearing when they hit the ground.
They disappeared upon touch.
The figure raised his head, revealing a gaunt face wearing a silver mask.
Whoosh!
Suddenly woke up.
In the dense forest, on a large tree branch, a man dressed in black with white hair draped over his shoulders, wearing a silver mask, slowly opened his eyes.
He lifted his head and glanced at the faint sunlight above.
"It's getting colder again."
He jumped down from the branch, patted off some leaves from his clothes, and carefully took off the mask.
Bending down, he wet a cotton cloth with water from last night's water pouch and gently wiped his face.
Quickly putting the mask back on, he leisurely moved forward in the previous direction.
It was said that there was a secret scroll silk in Tan Yang, so he came too.
