Heading south from the Western Paradise Continent, after crossing many continents, there was a land where, north or south, the climate and temperature were far colder than elsewhere. Because of that, most of those who lived there were beings able to adapt to such an environment, with creatures and divine beasts skilled in ice attributes being especially common.
The power entrenched here was the Ice Spirit Clan, which had already endured for ten thousand years. Though it had declined somewhat now, as the saying went, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. With an Old Ancestor of Heaven Supreme cultivation presiding over it, it could still be considered a regional overlord.
The three of them had come this time precisely at the Ice Spirit Clan's invitation, to attend the banquet.
It was just that they had been travel-worn the whole way, and had even run into a vicious god back on the Western Paradise Continent, so when they descended upon the Ice Spirit Continent now, they inevitably looked somewhat battered and dusty.
They exchanged glances, and could not help shaking their heads one after another. They saw the Ice Spirit Clan filled with unending celebration, and a moment later, an aged figure came forward to greet them.
"I truly did not expect the three of you to arrive together today. It seems the journey was long and arduous. I ought to be the one to welcome you and wash away the dust of travel."
Ice Spirit Old Ancestor smiled, but as he looked at the three guests, he faintly felt they seemed a little stranger than usual. He could not say what was wrong, and it truly left him puzzled.
Since Ice Spirit Old Ancestor had already spoken, the three of them naturally could not keep wearing sour