Flying the Sword to the Rescue

"Here." Shui Wuya tapped a finger on the map, landing on a mark labeled with a red triangle. "Extreme Cold Snow Peak. It's a mountain peak in the deepest part of the outer reaches of the Extreme North Ice Plains, and also the boundary of the known region. Past this mountain lies the true core region of the Extreme North Ice Plains. Even Titled Douluo don't dare set foot there lightly."

His finger moved southeast from Extreme Cold Snow Peak and stopped over a blank area.

"The place where Headmaster Shui and Headmaster Feng are trapped should be around here. About fifteen kilometers from Extreme Cold Snow Peak. It's an Ice Crevice."

Xiao Yun looked at the map and fell silent for a moment.

The outer reaches of the Extreme North Ice Plains. A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. An Ice Crevice.

Put together, these pieces of information sketched a rather grim picture.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would not appear in the outer reaches of the Extreme North Ice Plains for no reason. Either something had lured it out, or it had been there all along.

Either way, it meant that area was very unsafe.

But Xiao Yun did not care.

"Wait here." He straightened and said to Shui Wuya, "Bing'er and I will go in and bring them out."

Shui Wuya nodded repeatedly, then hesitated and asked, "Lord Xiao Yun, should we prepare some supplies? The depths of the Extreme North Ice Plains are nothing like the outside. The temperature is so low it can freeze a Soul Saint to death, and food and water—"

"No need." Xiao Yun cut him off and glanced at Shui Bing'er. "Bing'er, are you rested?"

Shui Bing'er stood, carefully folded the slip of paper, and tucked it into her robes. "I'm ready."

Xiao Yun withdrew