The snow had been falling continuously for days, and the distance they could travel each day was getting shorter and shorter. Liu Pingkang and the others were anxious, but there was absolutely nothing they could do.
"We're covering such a short distance each day. I'm afraid we won't make it back in time for the New Year," Ma Zhi said. Looking at their sluggish pace, he was practically worried sick. "Mr. Liu, why do you think the weather is so terrible this year?"
"Isn't it like this every year?" Liu Pingkang remained calm. "That's because we used to set off a bit earlier in the past. By the time the heavy snow fell, we would have already reached Lingnan. There's more rain over there, but it's still much easier to travel through than this kind of road."
