Ronan thought to himself as he casually extinguished the ice and snow vortex in his palm, withdrawing from his meditation on self-cultivation, and cast his gaze forward.
Over the vast snowy forest, the sky stretched wide open, with only his solitary figure flying.
This place felt familiar; Ronan had been here before. It was exactly where Soraya had taken him hunting the Third Rank Cold-Scale Python.
The three Cold-Scale Pythons that carried a trace of the Ancient Ice Crystal Demon Snake bloodline no longer existed here, and the people from the three great Wizard families of White Stone Castle had long withdrawn. One could say this area no longer held any value for exploration.
But Ronan still wanted to take a look.
It was mainly because this matter involved Angelie, making Ronan unable to curb his curiosity about what exactly Angelie's group aimed to achieve by coming here.
"It seems to be around here..."
Ronan flew over an area.
