The question Master Liao raised happened to be one of the most enduring mysteries of the ice plains.
Let alone the thirty-odd people in the group—even many ordinary people who had never set foot on the ice plains knew of it. It was a famous legend widely circulated in the northern Supernatural Circle.
Yet few could clearly explain what was going on.
As a result, many people turned pale at the mere mention of the ice plains.
Other than true desperadoes, few dared to come here.
Now that Master Liao had brought it up, the others pricked up their ears as well, wanting to hear what Master Jin, who had spent years roaming the ice plains, had to say.
"There is such a thing."
Master Jin did not beat around the bush and answered readily.
But then he added, "There are plenty of rumors outside about people disappearing on the ice plains, and they're all exaggerated. In truth, it doesn't happen that often."
"If you only hear a few stories, you'll think this place is full of holes that eat people."
"But in reality,"
"most people can make ten or twenty trips without encountering it even once."
Hearing this, someone beside them could not help but cut in. "Then, Master Jin, if you might not encounter it once in ten or twenty trips, what about thirty or forty? Would you encounter it once then?"
Holy crap!
That was a good question!
The others silently praised him and quickly looked toward Master Jin.
"Heh heh."
Master Jin glanced at the man.
Then chuckled.
"That depends on your luck. If you're lucky, you'll be like me—twenty years out here, watching others disappear while staying perfectly fine yourself. I'm still alive and kicking today."
"But if your luck is bad..."
"What happens if