Meanwhile, from the eastern ridge of Azure Wolf Mountain, a new figure emerged—a young man clad in green robes, moving cautiously up the slope. He was protected by a shimmering shell of vital essence and stepped lightly, clearly aware of the dangers of this ancient snowy region.
His eyes scanned his surroundings with keen interest, clearly searching for something specific. As he reached a halfway point up the slope, his gaze swept across the cliff wall—and then it stopped. A glimmer of awe lit up in his expression.
Just above him, nestled against the cliff face and bathed in soft snowlight, was a spiritual flower that seemed to glow with its own ethereal brilliance. Its petals were like frost-forged crystal, exuding a fine mist of pure spiritual energy.
"Ice Spirit Flower?"
The young man in green shirt was overjoyed, his face was flushed. He had not thought that he had such good luck that he could find such a magical medicine as the Ice Spirit Flower.
