Ling Xiao squinted. A strong, cold wind began to whip across the ice plain at dusk.
The wind whimpered as it passed through the massive ice crevasses, creating a terrifying sound. Song Mingyue instinctively tightened the fluffy scarf around her neck and shuffled closer to Ling Xiao. Even though she wasn't physically cold, the place filled her with a profound sense of unease.
Ling Xiao's eyes glinted as his mind rapidly memorized the frequency of Zhang Danian's whistle. 'Zhang Danian would never have imagined, not in a million years, that someone could memorize it after hearing it just once.' After all, it had taken him over a year of practice to firmly commit the long, bizarre melody to memory!
Even so, he had to practice it every few days. So much so that, for all these years, the members of his Adventurer's Guild just assumed their leader enjoyed whistling that tune. They never imagined it had such an ingenious purpose.
