Seeing Han Xiao and Han Yi leading the way ahead, Jiang Liu was just about to fly away.
Jiang Liu hurriedly called out to stop them. "Sorry for the trouble, but please wait a moment. To meet your Frost God, I specially prepared a gift."
After saying that, Jiang Liu swept away and arrived at the place where Ming Lang was buried. He dug him out, lifted him in one hand, and flew over to Han Yi and Han Xiao.
Han Yi glanced at the block of ice Jiang Liu was carrying. She could only vaguely make out that a person was frozen inside, and could not tell who it was.
However, she clearly had no intention of asking further.
Han Xiao, meanwhile, did not even spare him a glance. He simply swept away and took the lead, leaving the place first.
Seeing this, Han Yi hurriedly followed, flying after him.
Carrying Ming Lang in one hand, Jiang Liu followed behind them and flew toward the depths of Glacier Snow Mountain.
As they went deeper into the mountain, Jiang Liu could feel the temperature growing colder and colder.
More and more glaciers appeared. Everywhere he looked, there were almost nothing but thick layers of ice.
He had no idea how the people of the Frost Race managed to survive in such an environment.
Several hours later, the scenery before Jiang Liu changed ever so slightly. It was no longer entirely white, and there was even some green appearing from time to time.
Moreover, the temperature here was clearly higher than before.
Most importantly, Jiang Liu also saw traces of strange beasts.
This sight left Jiang Liu clicking his tongue in wonder.
The strangest thing was that this place no longer seemed completely dark.
Jiang Liu could not help wondering whether