Everyone in Northern Savage Province knew that in years past, the Lord of Eternal Heaven, Lord Savage Venerable, revered by the great and small tribes of Savage Province, had been nearing the end of his lifespan when he sought to break through and become a Ninth Realm Supreme. On a night beneath the Cold Moon, he had walked into the endless darkness—and never appeared again.
The nights in Savage Province concealed dangers without end. For ordinary martial artists, leaving the places where the human race gathered was practically tantamount to seeking their own deaths.
Even for a king-class powerhouse like Lu Yang, a seventh-realm expert, it was not necessarily safe.
Patience was a quality every mature martial artist needed to possess.
No matter how dire the circumstances, one could not lose one's composure.
Fortunately, Lu Yang had exceptional patience.
In the end, they chose an inn in Ice Plains City and settled in temporarily.
The inn was called Warm Pavilion. Using a special formation, it drew on the underground fire veins of Ice Plains City, splitting them into countless tributaries that flowed directly into every room.
Outside Warm Pavilion, the weather was bitterly cold. But within the building, the formation kept the Power of Law of the outer world's ice at bay, and the heat from the earth veins made the rooms as warm as spring.
Lu Yang wrapped himself in a blanket and lay on the bed.
When they entered Warm Pavilion, Lu Kang had specifically reminded him not to casually extend his Spiritual Sense while inside, and especially not to send it beyond Warm Pavilion.
That warning only made Lu Yang more curious.
If the rule against freely extending one's Spiritual Sense was meant to stop martial artists in Ice Plains City from prying into other people's privacy,