The north wind howled, and snow blanketed the ground.
A lone figure stood by the thick, swamp-like Blood Lake, silently watching the massive Blood Cocoon in its center.
The Three Great Independent Cultivators were once the most distinguished among the North Sea's Rogue Cultivators, looking down on those of the same order.
But with the disappearance of the Blood Independent Cultivator and the Moon Independent Cultivator enslaved, the glory of the Three Great Independent Cultivators had long since vanished.
As someone once ranked alongside them as the "Huang Independent Cultivator," Luo Chen never expected to meet the last of them, the Feng Independent Cultivator, in such circumstances.
Yet, the two never shared even the most basic verbal exchange, only a simple meeting of the eyes, everything unspoken.
