"Don't worry, with Master Jiang here, I'll be fine." His words carried a hidden meaning.

Jiang Si turned her head and glanced at him, "Don't even think about slacking off like before and just lazing around in the back."

"Oh, when there's a problem, the capable should step up first," Xie Wuyi said without a hint of shame.

With that, the two of them each mounted a horse, spurred their horses, and quickly disappeared into the vast wilderness.

“Master…” Left Zuo Wuyi standing there dumbfounded, accepting the fate of being abandoned by his master as soon as he returned.

Ali patted his shoulder, inexplicably feeling that the two were reclusive masters, probably on some special mission. "Make do with my food. There are some dishes and stuff inside, enough for us to have a small hot pot."

Zuo Wuyi and Ali were good friends, so he had no choice but to go in with them.

Their Taoist temple is so poor, they shouldn't waste money staying in a cheap hotel.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it stung my face.

There was almost no light in the wilderness.

The horse's speed gradually decreased, and when it reached a certain point, it stopped moving forward.

Left with no other choice, the two had to dismount.

"Your horse will go home by itself, right?" We can't let the two horses wait here forever; they might freeze to death.

"Don't worry, the old horse knows the way."

Xie Wuyi patted the horses' rumps, and the two horses, as if receiving some instruction or sensing something terrifying ahead, galloped away as if fleeing for their lives.

The darkness ahead grew even more intense, as if it had been completely soaked in ink, a blackness that seemed utterly ominous.

At this moment, snow was falling heavily.

Jiang Si looked at the dark distance ahead and said, "Let's go."