It had been five days since Yuan and his wives bid their farewell to the Imperial Family of the Holy Light Empire, yet they still hadn't arrived at the Blank Clan. The delay was caused by the heavy snowfall that blanketed the region, turning the roads into a treacherous path of ice and snow.
While Yuan and his wives could travel effortlessly even in such weather thanks to their cultivation, the same couldn't be said for Aisha, who was riding in the carriage with Uncle Jones as the driver.
Yuan had been giving instructions to Uncle Jones throughout the journey, and the old man followed his every word without question. The road ahead was hidden beneath a thick layer of snow, and driving the carriage recklessly would have been foolish. But with Yuan and his wives using their Divine Sense, they could see the path as clearly as if the snow didn't exist at all. Despite the blizzard-like conditions, nothing escaped their gaze.
