Secrets, Meetings and Encounters

The cold night wind blew into Wu Long's face under the bamboo hat, and snowflakes were like little cold blades cutting into his skin, yet leaving no scars.

The speed at which he was going was not too high as to make the impact of the snow and wind too powerful, but not at a speed a mortal could move as well.

He could easily block the wind and snow out by releasing Spiritual Qi in a shield-like form in front of him but he let them be, a feeling of being alive and aware stimulating him in a different way than the calm tranquility he felt in the rain before. 

The snow and cold were often said to resemble callousness and mercilessness, stillness and death, which he thought resembled life as much as the calmness and tranquility he felt before. At the same time, he felt that there was more to the feeling, freshness, peace and even joy.