The Western Continent was a bitterly cold land. Cultivators who emerged from it were each more enduring than the last, with stubbornness etched into their bones. Their temperaments were unquestionably among the finest of the Five Continents.
The two before them had both nearly died under the influence of the Sorrow Spring, showing just how terrifying its effects were.
Even Lin Qi herself was not sure whether she could withstand it.
Cheng Shiyuan helped the two examine their wounds and gave them some basic treatment, yet she still resolutely intended to press onward into the Sorrow Spring.
Lin Qi had originally been sitting idly to one side, but as she listened to the two describe the old and young men who had saved them, the more familiar they sounded.
Suddenly, she stiffened and turned to ask, "Fellow Daoists, forgive my presumption, but was the older one called Fu Shennong, and the younger one called Chunjun?"
The chatting cultivators surnamed Wen and Qian paused. After thinking for a moment, they answered, "We do not know the older one's name. But the younger one was indeed called Chunjun."
"Could it be that Senior Sister Lin knows them? We thought they were cultivators of this realm..."
There were not many people who had entered the Five Gods Battlefield for the assessment this time. With even a little care, one could remember everyone's information.
Thus, after searching their memories and finding no match for that old-and-young pair, the cultivators Wen and Qian had assumed they were cultivators from this realm.
Now that Lin Qi had named the two at once, their curiosity was immediately piqued.
Lin Qi, however, frowned, showing no intention of continuing the conversation.
It really was Fu Shennong and Chunjun!
When someone had spotted those two in the Central Continent before,