First, the place they met wasn't too deep into Yan Mountain, but where Chu Ming was located shouldn't have been a place where an old man could resist the snow unscathed.
Yet Old Man Shi ventured deep into Yan Mountain, claiming he was there to chop wood for the winter. But upon arriving at his home, a pile of firewood stacked under the eaves seemed enough for several winters.
"Is it also the Black and White Divine Palace?"
Gently shaking his head, Chu Ming closed his eyes slightly and sank into his Sea of Consciousness.
Thinking too much is useless.
At the beginning, when he was weak, he regarded the Blood Evil Sect as a mountain, but now, having cultivated to this stage, even the King of North Snow behind the Blood Evil Sect doesn't seem like a towering mountain.
The pressure from the Black and White Divine Skill felt akin to when he faced the Blood Evil Sect.
