The man's deep voice, like mountains and silent seas, slowly emerged from his mouth: "My name is Xue Hongzhang. The move just now was my own creation, called the Xue San Shi. It has only three forms. If you can comprehend the final form, you will achieve the unity of heaven and man."
"Xue Hongzhang?"
Feng Ninghe's heart trembled fiercely, and she subconsciously repeated the three words.
She had heard this name before.
Xue Hongzhang had once made a name for himself across the Xuanzhou Continent with the Xue San Shi, but he had also perished a thousand years ago.
She never expected to see him here again.
Feng Ninghe quickly changed the subject: "Senior, this snowfield stretches as far as the eye can see. How can we leave this place?"
"The lantern hanging on the wooden house will guide you out of the snowfield."
As he spoke, a hint of bewilderment appeared in Xue Hongzhang's eyes, and his voice deepened: "Miss, if you have the chance to see A Yao, please give her a message for me. Tell her I could not fulfill my promise, and give her this."
The man suddenly flung a delicate wooden box.
His figure also became ethereal and fleeting at this moment.
Seeing the figure about to disappear, Feng Ninghe firmly grasped the wooden box and hurriedly asked, "Who is A Yao?"
Xue Hongzhang did not answer her question, muttering, "A Yao, I'm sorry..."
A cold wind swept by, completely scattering the man's figure.
The vast snowfield became empty.
Feng Ninghe's spiritual sense was instantly repelled, and she opened her eyes.
Xiao Zhao was sleeping soundly on her lap.
A wooden box now rested in her palm. After some thought, she placed the wooden box into her spatial jade bracelet.
The sky outside the wooden house was faintly glowing.
Seeing her open her eyes, Su Xian came before her and asked, "Miss Feng, what should we do next? This place is a vast expanse of white. Although the house provides shelter from the wind and snow, it's not a long-term solution."
Feng Ninghe smiled calmly, her beautiful face radiating a serene and captivating smile: "I already know how to leave this snowfield. I will lead you out once the disciples of the Liu Mian Sect have rested and recovered."
Su Xian seemed to see hope, her eyes brightening noticeably, and she said with a slight tremor of excitement: "The disciples have mostly recovered and can depart at any time."
Feng Ninghe stood up and pushed open the door of the house.
Not far away in the snowfield, cultivators were huddled together in groups of three or five, seeking warmth.
The wind had clearly lessened.
She then turned her gaze to the people in the house: "It's time to go. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can get out of here."
Soon, everyone gradually left the wooden house.
Feng Ninghe took down a lantern hanging in front of the wooden house and put the house away.
The candle flame inside the lantern pointed in one direction.
She then strode forward in the direction indicated by the flame.
"Sister Zi Ling, look! They're leaving!"
A disciple of the Xuan Qing Sect exclaimed as if discovering something, hurriedly calling out to remind others.
Mei Zi Ling looked up towards Feng Ninghe's location.
The woman, clad in white, with her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, was holding a small lantern in her delicate jade hand. A large group of people followed behind her.
Mei Zi Ling's brows furrowed, and her eyes fixed on the figure ahead.
After a moment of hesitation, she quickly stood up and instructed the Xuan Qing Sect disciples behind her: "Prepare to depart. Follow Feng Ninghe."
Xiao Qing, who was closest to her, asked in confusion, "Sister Zi Ling, why should we follow her?"
Mei Zi Ling's pupils contracted involuntarily, and she said quickly, "She's not walking aimlessly; she's moving in a single direction. Perhaps she has discovered something. Let's follow her for now."
The fact that Feng Ninghe could turn the wooden house into her own possession indicated she had some ability.
Since they had no idea how to get out of this grassland, they might as well try anything.
Xiao Qing nodded with slight approval: "The priority is to get out of this snowfield as quickly as possible. Everything else can wait. The sky is gradually brightening, and with the wind and snow lessening, we can start our journey."
The Xuan Qing Sect members did not delay and quickly rose to follow behind Feng Ninghe.
They dared not follow too closely, yet they feared falling too far behind, so they maintained a certain distance.
Baili Yang shivered groggily in his sleep. When he looked up, he saw this large group of people departing.
The Xuan Qing Sect members were closely following the Liu Mian Sect members.
At the forefront was Feng Ninghe.
Baili Yang frowned deeply. After some thought, he quickly stood up: "We should follow them too. Staying here any longer is of no benefit to us. Moving might lead us to an exit."
If it were only Feng Ninghe and the Liu Mian Sect people leaving, Baili Yang would not have considered moving.
The Xuan Qing Sect members were closely following them, which made Baili Yang ponder.
The other sects and rogue cultivators, seeing them all heading in the same direction, also hurried to follow.
For them, even if they were to die, it was better to die together than to die alone.
In just a moment, a large crowd had gathered behind Feng Ninghe.
Su Xian bit her lip and looked at the people following behind them, her beautiful face showing a hint of displeasure: "These people were just yesterday eager to condemn you, and now they are closely following us."
Feng Ninghe glanced back indifferently, a hint of fearlessness appearing on her face: "Human nature is like this. We should mind our own business. Even if they manage to leave the snowfield, it will take them a considerable time to expel the cold from their bodies."
Having endured the wind all night, the cold had already seeped into their bodies, and recovery would not be easy.
She strode forward.
Su Xian's gaze towards Feng Ninghe showed a subtle shift.
Su Xian could discern a barely perceptible disdain in Feng Ninghe's eyes.
It was as if someone of high cultivation were looking down on ants, showing utter contempt for the cultivators behind her, too lazy to bother with them.
Only those with strong willpower could grasp this level of expression.
Looking at the figure walking ahead, Su Xian's eyes revealed a touch of emotion.
She suddenly had a premonition that Feng Ninghe had infinite potential for development in the future, and her path ahead was still very long...
Feng Ninghe, in order to accommodate the Liu Mian Sect disciples behind her, deliberately stopped to rest, giving the disciples time to recover from the cold.
When they stopped, the other sects and cultivators also halted their steps.
Mei Zi Ling quickly turned her gaze to the Xuan Qing Sect disciples behind her: "Let's take a short break to adjust our breathing."
The Xuan Qing Sect disciples quickly sat down to rest.
Feng Ninghe took out a small stool and sat on it, her gaze calmly sweeping across the surroundings.
When her gaze fell upon Mei Zi Ling, Feng Ninghe's eyes paused.
Their eyes met, but Mei Zi Ling guiltily turned her head away, unable to meet Feng Ninghe's gaze.
She hated Feng Ninghe intensely, yet she had to admit that the woman was indeed capable.
To the point that she was now following Feng Ninghe out of the snowfield.
For some reason, she felt that this woman was not as simple as she appeared, and perhaps she could truly lead them out of the snowfield!