Facing Livia's teasing, Li Chen rolled his eyes and said, "Go to sleep. We still have to summit tomorrow!"
Seeing Li Chen's refusal, Livia sulkily shrugged her shoulders: "Alright then, my dear friend, good night!"
After returning to his own tent, Li Chen felt uneasy, an implicit disquiet nagging at him, a sense that something was going to happen tonight.
He sat cross-legged, sending out his consciousness to check, and 800 meters above their heads, there was a protruding snowy mountain. A woman clad in armor with a fiery figure was holding a magic wand, chanting towards the heavens.
The snowflakes, like butterflies attracted to the scent of flowers, formed a mini colossal vortex, enveloping her, dancing gracefully.
Sensing this, Li Chen was alarmed. He hastily lifted the tent flap, staring at the snowy mountain.
If an avalanche were to occur, all of them would be buried.
It seems someone had discovered their trail, ready to use an avalanche to wipe them out.
