Zeng Anmin's voice rang beside everyone's ears.
All eyes swiveled toward him in unison.
"Speak! Who was it?"
Xu Mingxin's eyes had gone red.
He strode forward and stared fixedly at Zeng Anmin, his hands instinctively gripping Zeng Anmin's shoulders.
Throughout this blizzard, he had always caught a familiar scent unlike anything ordinary.
Yet no matter how he tried, he could not say exactly what felt familiar about it.
He had tried countless methods, exhausting every effort, but could only barely deduce through the Ask the Heavens Formation that this formation had been created by human hands. As for where that person was, or how they had summoned such snow, he had not the faintest clue.
He was a Fourth Rank Formation Master!
Even within the Profound Formation Division, he had been a favored child of heaven!
This was no longer merely a campaign he had joined. It was a contest between him and the person who had summoned the snow.
Seeing how agitated he was, Zeng Anmin clicked his tongue softly to himself.
"But before that, tell me everything you know about this blizzard."
Zeng Anmin's gaze turned solemn as well. He walked to the table and sat down, lightly picked up a cup of tea, and took a small sip.
Xu Mingxin drew a deep breath and looked straight at Zeng Anmin.
"This blizzard has already lasted two months."
"During this time, I exhausted all my strength just to inscribe Flame Wave Formations throughout Yutou Mountain to melt the snow."
"But compared to this ceaseless snowfall that descends day and night, it is no more than a cup of water against a cartload of firewood."
A look of dejection showed on his face. He went to Zeng Anbian's side, sat in a chair, lifted his head to look