The next half day, the group continued southeast.
The terrain of the Extreme North grew increasingly desolate. Icy hills rose and fell in endless succession, and enormous crevasses occasionally crisscrossed the landscape like scars left after some force had torn the earth apart.
Gu Linyuan walked at the front. His pace was neither fast nor slow, yet he always managed to avoid every dangerous patch with pinpoint precision.
Shui Bing'er followed several steps behind him. Her gaze rested on his broad back for a long while before she silently looked away.
She knew.
Even the teachers who often came to the Extreme North to hunt Soul Rings would never be able to do as well as Gu Linyuan.
There were many traps hidden beneath the ice of the Extreme North.
One careless step could send someone plunging through the ice, only to be attacked by Soul Beasts lurking below.
Yet ever since they had followed Gu Linyuan, they had never encountered such a situation.
At first, they had not noticed it.
But as time passed, everyone realized that their journey had gone far too smoothly.
Too smoothly.
They had encountered very few ice-type Soul Beast attacks along the way.
That was highly unusual.
Everyone knew that only Gu Linyuan possessed the ability to make all this happen.
Although this young man was around their age, perhaps even younger, his strength was undoubtedly more unfathomable than that of any Soul Sage they had ever seen.
"Women's tastes are sometimes always so alike."
Shui Bing'er murmured inwardly.
The men women favored were almost all cut from the same mold.
She had known it from reading women's fiction in her previous life—marquis estates, princely estates, and so on...
Women cared more about a man's outward qualities. As long as his inner qualities were