When Ye Feng took the first step forward into the area where the river, the sea, and the snowflakes all began to change, in this world surrounded by snowflakes.
Inside that solitary and desolate hut, two elderly men—a goatee-bearded cultivator and a white-haired old man—who, in better spirits than a month ago, were startled awake from their meditative state.
As soon as they woke up, they both looked forward, and at that instant, a killing intent flashed in their eyes.
"Ultimately, he still came," the goatee-bearded cultivator said softly.
His voice and words revealed no extra emotion, filled only with deep killing intent and resentment.
