Across the Cloud Silver Snowfield, two figures sped in from opposite directions.
Though both had concealed themselves, they had clearly discovered each other. In the end, they landed together atop a mountain peak.
Although they had landed, they remained far apart, each deeply wary of the other.
One was an elderly man with a head of white hair, while the other was a handsome young man.
The young man spoke first. Smiling broadly, he clasped his hands toward the other.
"Martial Uncle Shuang Yun, where are you headed?"
"Not bad. You have far better manners than that old thing from your sect!" Though the old man seemed to be praising the young man's goodwill, the coldness in his words was as biting as the wind over snow.
He had no intention of answering the latter's question.
"Martial Uncle still bears some prejudice against Master," the cold-faced cultivator continued.
The old man still did not answer.
So he spoke again.
"Surely Martial Uncle has also sensed that something has changed at Purple Cold Peak. To be frank, there is a Fifth Order Frost Condensing Yuan Fruit Tree on that mountain, and our Cold Cloud Palace wants it as well."
"Why not join hands this time? We can watch each other's backs."
"You are clever indeed. But do you not know that old man Han Yun once cheated me in just this manner and made off with a Nine Twists Spirit Ginseng?" At those words, the old man's anger flared at once.
Hearing this, the young man fell silent.
He knew the other harbored prejudice. In his view, among the Northern Region Five Kingdoms, their Northern Cold Kingdom was the weakest.
And the reason for that weakness was the split within the Ancient Frost Cold Sect.
It had formed two sects: Frost