If Lin Xuan wanted to slip in unnoticed, then with his marvelous escape speed, naturally there would not be the slightest problem. However, his relationship with Princess Xiang'er was quite good, so there was naturally no need for him to skulk about.
And so he entered the Cold Soul Ice Plain in broad daylight, swaggering openly.
Ever since Xiang'er had become the ruler of the ice plain, relations with the Human Race had greatly improved. They had even opened a Marketplace to trade what each side had for what the other lacked, and fighting and slaughter had become much rarer. However, humans and demons ultimately walked different paths, and a thousand years of hatred was not something that could vanish into thin air just because one said it should.
This required a process.
Therefore, in the depths of the Cold Soul Ice Plain, in the Demon Race's heartland, human cultivators still could not set foot there. Otherwise, they would be killed without pardon.
Fortunately, when Lin Xuan had left this place a hundred years ago, Xiang'er had given him a token. Otherwise, though not a single member of the Demon Race could have stopped him, it would have been far too absurd to have to slaughter his way all the way to the Snow Fox Clan's territory.
Xiang'er's fame was now widespread. With her token in hand, Lin Xuan was not made things difficult for or delayed along the way. Seeing that he had already arrived at the Snow Fox Clan's territory, an enormous ice wall appeared in his field of vision.
Having reached this point, he could not exactly say he was within arm's reach of the little girl, but the distance between them was definitely limited. Lin Xuan had still been thinking that they would soon be able