The cold wind howled, leaving heaven and earth desolate.
Amid the snow-covered Bitterwater Mountains, the vague outlines of many buildings could still be seen.
However, those palace towers and pavilions were now nothing more than empty shells.
After Bitterwater Sect was destroyed by Wind and Snow Villa, its disciples had died, fled, or scattered. The place had long since been deserted.
Then, after martial artists from all sides came searching for treasures, every remotely valuable object inside and outside Bitterwater Sect had been looted.
Even the floorboards had been pried up and carried away.
The wind and snow today were exceptionally fierce and rampant.
Visibility was extremely poor.
A group of people could be vaguely seen approaching Bitterwater Sect.
"According to the information provided by the forces of Liangg Province, Qing Luo is here."
"This place appears to be the ruins of a sect called Bitterwater Sect."
"What is he doing here?"
"..."
"Never mind what he is doing. Find him first. We absolutely cannot let him escape again."
There were more than twenty people in this group, and every one of them possessed peak Dao God cultivation.
The leader was a gray-robed old man with a goatee hanging from his chin and deep, gloomy eyes.
The Gray-Robed Old Man was thin and gaunt, his pale face making him look as though he had only just recovered from a serious illness.
"Elder Fei Lingzi, please rest here. We'll send people in to search," someone in the group called out.
The gray-robed old man was none other than Fei Lingzi.
He stared blankly ahead and shook his head. "No need. He's waiting for us."
"Let's go."
With that, Fei Lingzi led the more than twenty martial artists behind him forward. They entered through Bitterwater Sect's mountain gate and arrived at a