Heavy snow filled the sky, cold winds cut like blades. The bleak grandeur of the Northern Lands was displayed to the fullest at Hidden Dragon Valley in Liang Prefecture.
Cold, vast, desolate, yet carrying a distinct magnificence and boldness, it intoxicated the heart and soul.
Hidden Dragon Valley had once been a place of almost no renown, little more than a remote wilderness. Now, because of Xie Wanzhi, its name resounded throughout Liang Prefecture, becoming a Sacred Land worshipped by countless people, in no way inferior to Fire Dragon Cave.
For instance, even in this snowy weather, with cold that pierced to the bone, great numbers of martial artists had gathered outside Hidden Dragon Valley, waiting for the summons of Great Grandmaster Xie Wanzhi.
These people came from different backgrounds and origins. There were renowned heroes who had made their names long ago, as well as inexperienced newcomers; ambitious champions and recluses devoted solely to quiet cultivation.
Their shared purpose was to seek instruction from Great Grandmaster Xie Wanzhi—to advance further, become his disciples, or earn his favor and cling to his thigh.
In short, they were a mixed and complicated lot, each with different inclinations.
At this moment, a figure rode a Dragon Steed of extraordinary bloodline, vivid as fire, galloping along the snowy road outside Hidden Dragon Valley. With a loud crash, it shattered the piled snow, the echoes lingering within and beyond the valley.
This immediately drew the attention—and displeasure—of the martial artists outside the valley.
One of them stood eight feet tall, with an incomparably brawny physique. Each breath sent dense, blazing currents of air surging around him, producing the heat of a furnace that melted the falling snow into wisps of white mist.
Seeing the arrival ride a Dragon Steed here, his thick brows twitched