Chapter 362: Oscar-Worthy Acting!

"Don't move…" Cillian Goulty, the Primordial Sect's Fifth Elder, threw an arm out to stop everyone. His gaze swept the endless white with wary precision, as if he could smell danger in the snow itself, until his eyes locked on a shabby, half-collapsed building ahead. The little structure crouched at the edge of the woods, conspicuous against the blank drifts, though it looked ready to fall apart at a stiff breeze. A rusty tang of blood seemed to seep from inside. They stared hard, but no silhouettes...