"Holy Snow Mountain? It's such a familiar scent!" At this moment, a man draped in a white cape spoke with a somewhat smug tone: "Gentlemen, I'm going ahead first!"
Saying this, the man walked towards the Holy Snow Mountain against the wind and snow, seemingly unaffected by the surroundings.
"Xue Wuheng from the Far North Snowfields!" Ling Feng thought to himself, indeed someone from the Far North, remarkably immune to the wind and snow of the Holy Snow Mountain!
The others exchanged wary glances and then disappeared onto the snow mountain, leaving only Ling Feng and a burly man behind.
"What rotten luck, stuck with this awful snowy weather again!" The burly man, carrying a long sword, said with some resignation.
Dao Buyu, a young master from the Northwestern Desert, it is said his swordsmanship has reached the Transformative Realm. However, in Ling Feng's perception, Dao Buyu's long sword was nothing special, not even a Treasure Artifact, barely a Spiritual Artifact at best.
