"Yes!"
Xuantong nodded heavily. As the carriage curtain fell, the last ray of twilight swept across the white cloth covering Xiao Chong's eyes.
Beyond the Wusheng Desert stretched an endless ice field. Four figures trudged through the wind and snow, sinking deep with every step.
Yan Sen, the burly man in a black cloak, wiped the ice from his brows and lashes.
"No normal person could ever make it out of this damned place. If we keep dragging this out, we'll all turn into ice sculptures."
Long Xie, the mustached man beside him, was rather cheerful.
"A corpse that doesn't rot for hundreds of years still counts as leaving an intact body behind."
The frail young master protected in the middle suddenly removed his hood. His eyes shone like ice beads.
"How did the people of Beyond Heavens cross this ice field?"
"They have a secret passage."
Yan Sen panted heavily. "But we're going to Langyue Blessed Land. We can only force our way through."
Long Xie frowned at the vast whiteness ahead.
"We should have brought the White-Haired Immortal along."
The young master chuckled.
"Is that my fault?"
"This subordinate simply thinks it isn't worth it."
Long Xie curled his lip. "For some brat..."
"Some brat?"
The young master put his hood back on. "At seventeen, he fought Jinxian to a draw, and no one in the world could catch him—"
"Don't you want to meet him?"
The black-robed giant who had remained silent suddenly swung his door-sized saber down at the ice.
With a boom, a deep ravine split open for dozens of zhang.
Long Xie clicked his tongue. "Butcher, that strength of yours... Yan Sen, look at him!"
Yan Sen said nothing as he bent down and pressed both palms against the ice.
In an instant, the