The Great Snow Mountain's snow had melted into rivers that roared eastward, pouring into the boundless sea.
On an island nearest the Great Snow Mountain, Qian Hen stood in the cloud-filled sky, gazing toward the Great Snow Mountain with a solemn expression.
Only when he saw three black figures appear in the sky ahead did he finally relax and let out a sigh of relief.
"You're finally back!"
Qian Hen forced out a smile and hurriedly went to meet them with the other Eastern Region martial artists on the island. "How did it go? How strong are the Great Snow Mountain's defenses? How many Northern Region martial artists are there?"
Qian Hen hurried over to ask about the situation, then noticed blood flowing from the wound on Meng Qinxian's shoulder. "Brother Meng, you're hurt."
Meng Qinxian glanced at the wound on his shoulder. The wound pierced by the Grand Yi Divine Weapon would be difficult to heal with pills in a short time.
But Meng Qinxian's physical strength had always been extraordinarily powerful, and he possessed a special constitution. In his eyes, this injury was completely insignificant, and his strength had not diminished because of it.
"It's a minor wound. Nothing serious." Meng Qinxian spoke indifferently. "There are quite a few Northern Region martial artists in the Great Snow Mountain—roughly three to five hundred, I'd say?"
Everyone turned their gazes toward Lin Bai and Yi Heze. After all, while Meng Qinxian had drawn attention from the front just now, Lin Bai and Yi Heze had taken in the entire situation within the Great Snow Mountain.
How the Great Snow Mountain was defended and how many people were stationed there had all been seen clearly by Lin Bai and Yi Heze.
Lin Bai nodded lightly. "What Brother Meng said is correct.