Snow Peak Jade Dragon Steed

Lu Feng kept his heart in his throat, treading with extreme caution at every step, afraid of disturbing the Icy Three-Headed Flood Dragon.

Yet things went unexpectedly smoothly. Even when his weakness caused him to lose focus and accidentally crush a piece of ice beneath his foot, producing a crisp sound, he still failed to wake the sleeping Icy Three-Headed Flood Dragon.

Though delighted, a trace of suspicion also rose in his heart.

Could it be in the midst of a breakthrough, sleeping more deeply than usual?

Carried away by the joy of successfully approaching Ice Rift Canyon, Lu Feng did not dwell on it. He entirely regarded the Icy Three-Headed Flood Dragon's abnormal behavior as the deep slumber of one undergoing a breakthrough, assuming that was why it lacked a clear perception of the outside world and had failed to notice his approach.

Ice Rift Canyon wound and twisted through the land. Steep walls of ice rose on either side, covered in bizarre ice ridges and pillars. The valley floor was piled with thick snow and massive blocks of ice. After being scoured day after day by mountain winds, many of those ice blocks had been carved by time into all manner of strange forms, like ice sculptures—resplendent and magnificent, a wondrous sight indeed.

The moment he stepped into Ice Rift Valley, the surrounding temperature became several times colder than outside.

This caused the doubts Lu Feng had only just put down to rise again. By all reason, such an environment should have been far more suitable for the Icy Three-Headed Flood Dragon to sleep in. Why had it chosen the frozen lake instead of this even colder valley?

Could it simply have been because the ice surface was flat, unlike this pitted and uneven place, and more comfortable