Two furtive figures appeared on the icy lake.
Huang Zhao and the Silver-haired Man had endured for a long time before finally deciding to come back and take a look. One reason was to search for any treasures left behind; the other was to find the direction of their own group. Two males crouching in a snow cave for too long was truly unbearable.
The ice surface was smooth, as though it had never cracked, and the silence was deathly.
Because the ice remained intact, the restriction activated. Huang Zhao revealed his true form as a Golden-Winged Great Peng. He was a miserable sight, no longer possessing his former divine splendor. He was bedraggled beyond measure and had even lost one wing. Who knew how many years it would take for it to grow back?
"Has the white flood dragon left...?"
They received no answer. No one would tell them the answer.
After watching for half the day, they could not bear to leave. Here, they could clearly sense the might of the dragon bones. The two confirmed that the white flood dragon had not obtained the treasure. No one would abandon precious dragon bones. If forged into a magical treasure, they would surely make a Spirit Tool or divine artifact; if used to temper one's own body, they could further strengthen one's cultivation. How could such a treasure possibly be left behind?
Huang Zhao now regarded the Silver-haired Man as a friend bound to him through life and death. Their bond was quite solid.
"How about... we go down and take a look?"
"Very well."
The Golden-Winged Great Peng raised his claw and savagely smashed the ice surface. Missing one wing made him somewhat unsteady. After great difficulty, he shattered the Solid Ice and dug out a large ice