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Ye Zifen followed closely behind, her eyes always fixed on Zhang Gaoyi's figure as he struggled forward.

Through her eyes, one can clearly see the unwavering determination contained therein, but at the same time there is also a hint of helplessness.

In fact, at this moment, beneath Ye Zifen's seemingly calm heart, a complex and secretive thought was quietly surging.

If she really reaches the end of her rope and all possible methods have failed, she will be faced with an extremely painful and difficult decision -

He reluctantly gave up the horse he loved so much and regarded as a treasure...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but bite her lips lightly, and her heart was instantly filled with endless entanglement.

You know, that horse has been her close companion for many years!

It had accompanied her through storms and mountains and rivers; they had experienced countless hardships together and witnessed too many joys and sorrows for each other.

However, when she looked at the desperate and difficult situation before her, she understood clearly in her heart that compared with precious human lives, personal emotions and preferences could only give way temporarily.

At this moment, Ye Zifen's eyes were like two blazing flames, fixed tightly on the figure of Zhang Gaoyi in front of her.

I saw her gritting her teeth and silently making a vow in her heart.

With firm steps, her feet dug deep into the snow, leaving behind a long, clearly visible trail of footprints.

Every step I took seemed to be carrying a heavy weight. The heavy mood pressed on my heart like a lead block, making it almost hard to breathe.

At the same time, the cold wind seemed to feel the tense and solemn atmosphere and became increasingly fierce and violent.

The sharp wind whistled past, causing her hair to flutter in the wind like dancing silver snakes.

The heavy snow fell continuously, like a white curtain covering the sky and earth, gradually blurring people's vision.

Despite this, Ye Zifen still took a deep breath and tried her best to keep herself calm and composed.

She slowly raised her head, looked up at the gloomy sky, and prayed silently to God in her heart, hoping that a miracle would happen to reverse the current critical situation.

The heavy snow fell continuously like goose feathers, and soon it had piled up to people's knees.

The thick snow made walking extremely difficult, and every step forward required tremendous effort.

Zhang Gaoyi led the way and rushed to the front of the team.

He trudged through the snow, one step deep and one step shallow. The snow under his feet was squeezed by his heavy footsteps, making a "crunching" sound, as if telling of the fierceness and ruthlessness of the snowstorm.

The cold wind lashed his face like a sharp whip, making his face red like a ripe apple.

His eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with crystal clear snowflakes, making him look like an immortal wrapped in silver.

However, despite such a harsh environment, his gaze remained firm and unwavering, looking straight into the distance, as if there was the other shore that he longed to reach in his heart.

Ye Zifen, who followed closely behind, was also panting at this moment.

She breathed in big gulps of cold air, and the white mist that came out of her mouth instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals in the surrounding cold air.

Her originally delicate hands were now tightly grasping the corner of Zhang Gaoyi's clothes, as if only in this way could she find a sense of security and reliance in this white sea of ​​snow.

Due to walking in the snow for a long time, the shoes on her feet had already been soaked. The freezing snow water constantly irritated her feet, bringing bursts of chills.

But even so, she still gritted her teeth, refused to fall behind, and stubbornly followed the team.

The last ones to fall behind were a few masters, who were also struggling in the predicament of the flying snow.

They were seen panting and leading the horses slowly forward with great effort.

These horses, which usually look majestic, now look a little exhausted. Their hooves are deeply embedded in the snow, and it seems that they have to use all their strength to lift their front hooves and take a step.

Zhang Gaoyi turned his head abruptly, his eyes anxiously falling on Ye Zifen who was not far behind him, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Be careful, Zifen, don't slip!"

His loud voice was like a thunder, breaking the silence of the empty snowy field, and the lingering sound continued to echo around.

Hearing the shout, Ye Zifen nodded vigorously and responded loudly: "I know!"

At this moment, the cold wind was like a ferocious beast, opening its bloody mouth and roaring madly.

It picked up large flakes of white snow and lashed mercilessly on people's cheeks. The feeling was like a sharp blade scratching across the skin, very painful.

However, faced with such adverse weather conditions, Zhang Gaoyi, Ye Zifen and others did not retreat at all. They still gritted their teeth, took difficult steps, and struggled forward step by step in the deep snow.

Zhang Gaoyi felt as if his legs were filled with lead. Every time he lifted them up, he needed to expend tremendous strength, as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing on them.

However, he knew very well that if he stopped to rest now, he would probably never be able to muster the courage to move forward.

So, he endured the fatigue and pain in his body, tried to adjust his breathing, and walked forward slowly and firmly step by step.

Looking at Ye Zifen on the other side, after a long journey, her originally abundant physical strength was gradually exhausted.

Her steps began to become unsteady, and her whole body was swaying, as if she might fall to the ground at any time.

However, even so, one can still see the light of stubbornness and persistence in her bright eyes.

The several masters following behind were also in bad condition. They supported each other, and everyone's face was filled with fatigue that was difficult to conceal.

Despite this, they never let go of the reins in their hands, as the horses were the key to whether they could reach their destination smoothly.

The heavy snow fell like goose feathers, and the sky and the earth were covered with a vast expanse of white.

The figures of Zhang Gaoyi, Ye Zifen and several other masters gradually disappeared in the flying snowflakes.

From a distance, they seem so small and fragile, but at the same time, their spirit of moving forward courageously and never giving up is like a towering mountain, indestructible and awe-inspiring.