The two of them ending up in such a state was something he had never expected.
No one else could be blamed for this; their luck was simply rotten.
Sure enough, plans could not keep up with changes. Ye Lin had never factored the possibility of Poison Venerable and Dugu Feng being injured into his plans.
This move of theirs had caught him completely off guard.
But now that it had happened, he naturally had to hurry and make amends.
After all, he did not want to give up on the two before him.
After leaving Starry Sky Holy City, Ye Lin headed straight north.
Legend had it that at the northernmost edge of the Origin Continent lay an icefield. Snow fell there all year round, and the temperature was bitterly cold, making it wholly unfit for living creatures.
Yet the world was vast, and strange things abounded. On that icefield, where life was thought to be extinct, there actually lived a race known as the Snowman Clan.
Their bodies were covered in thick white fur, and generation after generation, they had lived upon the icefield.
The Snowman Clan was extremely mysterious, appearing and disappearing like ghosts across the icefield. Even when powerful experts had specifically come here in search of them, they had failed to find any trace of the Snowman Clan.
In the end, the tale gradually became nothing more than a true legend.
For after that, no one ever saw the so-called Snowman Clan again.
Since there was nothing precious on the icefield, nor any resources worth plundering, no force ever came to this icefield again.
In their eyes, this icefield was a land where all traces of life had vanished. Not only did it have no resources, but snow fell year-round and the cold was bone-deep.