The path didn't always run along the riverside. At some point, Zhang Xiaohua estimated their position and abruptly veered off in a different direction. After a while, they could see a forest up ahead. Zhang Xiaohua felt a sense of relief. Everything matched Master Jingxuan's description, obviously, he hadn't taken a wrong turn. He discerned the direction and boldly ventured further.
However, once they entered the forest, Zhang Xiaohua felt a sense of loss. The snow in the forest was no less prevalent than outside. Dry grass and branches were everywhere. It was hard to traverse, even without the snow. Could this be the path that Master Jingxuan took?
Zhang Xiaohua had his doubts.
In reality, Master Jingxuan's directions were accurate, and Zhang Xiaohua remembered them correctly. But it seemed that Master Jingxuan forgot something. She always used her flying skills when traversing this path, wouldn't she ever consider someone like Zhang Xiaohua, traveling step by step?