A towering city, more than thirty zhang high, stood on a vast plain.
The city had been built from a kind of crystal-clear stone, and countless runes could be glimpsed across its surface.
Three striking black characters, "North Pole City," were carved above the city gate.
A rectangular wooden table stood at the gate. Behind it sat a young man in white and a woman in red; judging by their clothing, they were clearly disciples of the Polar Palace.
A gentle white screen of light enveloped each of them, keeping out the bitter cold.
"Senior Brother Zhou, it seems hardly anyone has passed the first trial of this year's Disciple Recruitment Ceremony. Not a single person has passed in ten days." The girl in the red dress frowned.
"What can we do? The sect held a competition not long ago, and the new disciples performed terribly. Elder Li decided their aptitude was too poor, so he raised the admission requirements. I'm afraid plenty of low-level cultivators will freeze to death on the way here." The young man in white sighed.
The girl in red nodded and was about to say something when she suddenly let out a soft exclamation and looked into the distance.
The young man in white seemed to notice something too and raised his head to look ahead.
Two figures had appeared in the distance. Faintly, they could be seen surrounded by red light barriers.
They were Shi Yue and Lan Tingting.
"So this is North Pole City? Interesting." Shi Yue narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself.
Lan Tingting saw North Pole City, and delight appeared on her pale face.
"Senior, this is North Pole City. We've finally made it." Lan Tingting pointed toward the city.
"Mm. It's time for us to part ways." Shi Yue