"Hoo hoo hoo..."
Jiang Xuan rode Tang Yuan upstream along the great river, entering the north from the Central South Wilderness. By the time he passed the Crab Tribe, the ground was already blanketed in white.
Snowflakes danced in the sky, carried by the cold wind, hitting Jiang Xuan's body and face.
"Such a familiar winter."
At this time, Jiang Xuan was already a Seven-Color Warrior, with the Power of Totems surging within him, so this level of cold hardly affected him.
Tang Yuan was even more resilient, with its thick layer of feathers enough to fend off the biting winds and blizzards.
Thus, as they traveled north and the weather grew colder, there was not the slightest pause in their return journey. Sitting on Tang Yuan's back, Jiang Xuan looked down at the swiftly passing mountains and rivers below, feeling very joyful.
Tang Yuan was incredibly fast, especially after reaching adulthood; when flying at full speed, it resembled a purple lightning bolt.
