Shen Feng
Editor: Transn
Zhang Ruochen shook his head. Even though he had strong Spiritual powers, at the most he could sense danger. He knew that he could not always trust his intuition.
Huang Yanchen entered the mountain spirit temple and resumed practicing.
Blackie built a fire and began to roast a savage beast he had scrounged up. The enticing aroma of meat began wafting from it.
The darkness grew and a cold breeze blew in from the mountains, fanning the fire to new heights.
The wind increased in strength and began to whistle as it blew by. At some point, flakes of snow began to fall. Soon, it began to snow harder and harder until the flakes as thick as goose down.
After half an hour, the entire mountain was buried under snow like a silver wrapped package. It was icy cold and the wind roared like a giant, mournful beast.