Chapter 340 How did you know?

The White Sea is an inland sea located in the northern part of the continent, connected to the Barents Sea, and part of it lies within the Arctic Circle.

Because of its high latitude, the White Sea has a frigid climate and is covered in ice and snow all year round, with more than 200 days of the year spent on a layer of white ice.

The sunlight reflected strongly off the ice, making the seawater appear white. Combined with the low organic matter content of the White Sea, which contributes to its white appearance, it is thus named the White Sea.

Under the moonlight, the white sea reflects the hazy moonlight through its ice, presenting a serene and beautiful scene.

Two black dots approached from afar, breaking the silence of the world.

A dozen or so Finnish dogs ran nimbly, dragging a wooden sled behind them. Qin Mo, on the sled, huddled in a pile of fur, only occasionally waving a long whip to steer the lead dog in the right direction.

Are you really cold?

Heather, standing next to Qin Mo, was still dressed in a white gauze robe, resembling an ice lotus on the icy plain. She frowned as she looked at Qin Mo huddled in the fur and asked.

"Shouldn't I be cold? I'm not a furry polar bear, am I?"

Qin Mo replied to her irritably, saying that with his strength, he was naturally not afraid of the cold on the icy plains, but who would want to stand tall and face the cold wind when they could stay in a warm nest!

"A strong person should act like a strong person. Look at you now, where is the dignity of a strong person? No wonder Promi doubts your strength." Heather was equally annoyed. Yesterday, Promi had come to her again, asking Qin Mo to go back, and the two had a very unpleasant argument.

"He has the nerve to talk back to me? If he's so powerful, why doesn't he just fly north? Why is he trying to learn how to make sleds from me?" Qin Mo said dismissively, curling her lip.

As the three were preparing to enter the White Sea, Promi suggested that Qin Mo's horses could not be brought along, because there wouldn't be enough feed available to feed such large animals along the way.

As a result, Qin Mo put a leash on the Finnish dog that she had already gotten used to playing with, and quickly made a simple and practical sled, which broadened the horizons of the two of them.

Qin Mo invited Heatherine onto the sled, then waited to see Promi make a fool of himself. Unexpectedly, Promi was also single. In half a day, he gathered a bunch of dogs and made a sled exactly like Qin Mo's, which infuriated Qin Mo.

After entering the ice field, Qin Mo urged the sled dogs to speed up several times, trying to shake off Promi. However, Promi's driving style was simple and brutal. He directly used the power of the Holy Spirit to accelerate the sled. Coupled with his thin, tattered robe, he looked incredibly cool and stylish.

"You're very skilled at driving this sled. Is it this cold in Daxia too?" Heather looked at Promi, who was still not very skilled at driving the sled, and asked Qin Mo, trying to make conversation.

Qin Mo's mind went blank for a moment, and fragmented memories flashed before his eyes. It was the same icy plain, the same sled, and the same two people...

"Don't you think you've changed these past few days?" Qin Mo shook her head vigorously, asking a question instead of answering.

"I...what changes have I undergone!" Heatherine was a little embarrassed and muttered to herself.

“You’ve become so fussy,” Qin Mo said, glancing at Heather who was silent with her head down. “Now you look like a human being, not a block of ice or a piece of wood.”

Heatherine turned and glared at Qin Mo, then looked away, trying to control her breathing and heartbeat so that Qin Mo wouldn't notice.

Heatherine couldn't remember when she became so cold and ruthless. Perhaps it was from the day she was disfigured, or perhaps it was from the day she became a saint; she had frozen her emotions.

In order to complete the task assigned to her by the Temple Council, she forced herself to change from the moment she left Riga Fortress, to get closer to Qin Mo, and to try to talk to Qin Mo, even though she herself felt that her performance was stiff, awkward, and ridiculous.

"I'm completing a mission, I'm dedicating myself to the temple." Gradually, she stopped finding it ridiculous, and her communication with Qin Mo became more and more natural.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, she had come to enjoy this kind of communication, this strange feeling.

After daybreak, the three stopped and began building an igloo to rest, as the sled dogs, who had been running all night, were exhausted.

Qin Mo cooked a large pot of pepper and dried meat soup, and everyone was given a big bowl.

Promi no longer refused Qin Mo's meat soup, and although Qin Mo sometimes had a bad expression, he would just smile and remain silent.

"Lord Qin Mo, could you please scout the surrounding area? Although we're still some distance from our destination, the Russian cavalry will be patrolling the perimeter. It's always good to be cautious. If we can capture any prisoners, we might be able to find some useful clues." After finishing his soup, Promi casually ordered Qin Mo around.

Qin Mo rolled her eyes and said indignantly, "It was me the day before yesterday, it was Heatherine yesterday, and it's your turn today!"

"......All right!"

Seeing Heather's equally unfriendly gaze, Promi reluctantly stood up, glanced at Heather and Qin Mo, walked out of the igloo, and then his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Is this still an upright ascetic? He's actually trying to slack off..." Qin Mo muttered as she crawled into her sleeping bag and pulled the covers over her head to sleep.

Heather watched Qin Mo fall asleep immediately, then silently continued her cultivation, occasionally adding a piece of firewood to the campfire and glancing at Qin Mo in the process.

The igloo was very warm, and the saint's face quietly turned pink.

Prome did not slack off; he returned after noon, bringing back two prisoners.

“That Rakshasa belongs to the Tsar’s guard. I’ve already gotten some information out of him, but this orc is very stubborn and I can’t get him to talk. Heatherine, do you have a solution?” Prome asked, pointing to the two prisoners.

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