The night wind howled, clouds churned, and the starlight stretched into long silver threads at tremendous speed.
In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed.
A system notification arrived.
You have returned to the Gale Snowfield.
As the Ark gradually slowed, Cao Xing rose and walked to the edge of the porthole.
At that moment, looking down from tens of thousands of meters in the air, the vast snowfield resembled an unfurled silver scroll.
The rolling mountain ranges were like sinking... Wu Dao received a rather interesting piece of information: he was extremely familiar with the operating pattern of the formation on the fourth level of Yi Wood Forest, so familiar that it came as naturally as eating and drinking. Only then did Wu Dao realize that the formation's operation was, in fact, a technique of one blade and one sword, one yin and one yang.
After that, although he continued following Zhang Tianshi around the breeding grounds, his fragile heart had already been battered numb by the endless stream of prices.
Jin Luo had temporarily stood her up, and she was immediately furious. But she feared that if she cursed her out, no one would take her home, so she could only suppress her anger and try to coax her.
This was also the first truly meaningful reunion dinner Qi Hao had eaten in more than a decade.
But one of those soul bones was, after all, an inherited soul bone of the Haotian Sect. Even if it could not compare to a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Bone, it was not much weaker.
After receiving a cold glare from the proprietress of Yongkang Noodle House, Chen Bairong had become Qi Hao's only hope.
Then, holding the soup bowl in his hand, he drank the clear broth inside,