"You really are a big fool. If the Young Clan Chief could solve it, would he still be so obediently leading the way for someone else? Get lost, you brainless idiot."
"I'm brainless? I think you're the one without a brain! Get lost, get lost, get lost."
All along the way, they could hear all sorts of chatter. These Snowman Clan members really were simple-minded.
People like them could only survive here. If they went outside, they would not even know how they got themselves killed.
In the end, Wu Feng brought Ye Lin before a small courtyard.
The courtyard was very simple: three enormous thatched cottages, with an old man reclining leisurely in a wooden chair in the middle of the yard.
However, this small world had one enormous flaw: there was no sun. Yet despite the lack of a sun, it was as bright as day here. No one knew where the light came from.
"Grandfather, someone from the outside world has come. He wants the Radiant Fruit to save his friend. I couldn't decide, so I specially brought him here to see you."
At this moment, Wu Feng stepped forward and bowed.
The old man, covered all over in white fur, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ye Lin.
Then the old man slowly rose and came before Ye Lin, bending to offer a bow.
Deathly aura coiled around the old man's entire body, and his limbs were stiff. At a glance, it was clear that he did not have many days left.
"Senior, the Radiant Fruit is the very foundation of survival for my Snowman Clan. This..."
Although the old man did not know the exact circumstances, he still reported to Ye Lin with a troubled expression.
The Radiant Fruit was the foundation of the