"I came to your Snowman Clan this time because I have an important matter to ask of you. Can you make the decision?"
Ye Lin looked at the hulking figure before him and asked. This big fellow did not look particularly bright—he had no idea whether it could call the shots.
"Huh? You need a favor? Wait here, I'll go get someone. Don't run around, or I'll beat you to death."
After saying that, the snowman leaped away and vanished. Its enormous body disappeared into the mountain range, leaving no trace to be found.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, stood quietly atop the mountains and looked around.
That snowman's overall strength was only at the Earth Immortal level, perhaps even lower.
According to his senses, nothing in this small world could threaten him.
A moment later, the enormous snowman who had left returned. Beside him stood a small snowman barely five feet tall. Compared to his gigantic frame, the little snowman looked like an ornament hanging from him.
"It's that guy. He says he has an important matter to ask of us."
The big fellow pointed at Ye Lin and lowered his head to explain to the little one.
"I am Wu Feng, young clan chief of the Snowman Clan. May I ask, Senior, how did you come here? And how did you discover us?"
Wu Feng cupped his hands toward Ye Lin and asked with a grave expression.
Since ancient times, their Snowman Clan had never been discovered. Even if they had been, it had only ever been on the icefield.
Their Snowman Clan was weak, unable to survive at all on the law-of-the-jungle Origin Continent. Their ancestors had finally found this paradise after great difficulty, yet it had now been discovered by someone.
If word got out, the Snowman Clan