The Mysterious Cold Ice Plain lay in the northeastern part of the Crimson Li Clan's territory, blanketed in snow all year round.
Inside a hidden Ice Cave, a curvaceous white-skirted girl sat cross-legged on the ground. Her eyes were a deep green, and demonic aura soared into the heavens.
A tall white-shirted youth walked in and said respectfully, "Lord Yu, we received word that the Crimson Li Clan has strengthened its defenses. We do not know why."
"What exactly happened? Tell me in detail."
The white-skirted girl ordered.
Yu Xuan's true form was an eighth order early-stage Green-Eyed Cold Silkworm that had cultivated into a True Spirit.
"Some time ago, we discovered that the patrol manpower on Crimson Li Island had increased. The Crimson Li Clan's subordinate races have also strengthened their defenses, as though facing a formidable enemy. We took no action, lest we startle the snake by beating the grass."
The white-shirted youth reported truthfully.
"Has the Crimson Li Clan provoked some powerful enemy recently?"
Yu Xuan asked.
"I heard that one of the Crimson Li Clan's caravans was attacked, and two Mahayana cultivators perished, their souls scattered and paths extinguished. Some say Ink Qilin did it, while others say we did."
The youth in the white shirt said.
"Hmph, we did not do this. It was most likely Ink Qilin. Ordinary Mahayana cultivators would not dare set their sights on a super clan, nor would they find it easy to wipe out two Mahayana cultivators of the Crimson Li Clan. It seems the Crimson Li Clan has found Ink Qilin's whereabouts. Do you know where Ink Qilin is?"
Yu Xuan asked with a frown.
"I do not know!"
The white-shirted youth shook his head.
"When the lips are gone, the teeth grow cold. If Ink Qilin is