At that moment, a seed of strength gradually sprouted in his heart.
Returning to where he had entered, Ye Lin followed the opening above his head back onto the icefield.
There was nothing in that world worth lingering over. It was nothing more than a small world, utterly devoid of value.
"Now that I have the Radiant Fruit, my task is complete. I wonder where the other items are."
Standing atop the icefield, Ye Lin sank into thought, with no idea where the other items might be.
If he failed to gather all the materials, then these things in his hands would be of no use at all.
"Benefactor, where did you come from? Could it be that you too are searching for traces of the Snowman Clan?"
At that moment, three monks clad in robes emerged from the vast, snow-white blizzard.
A faint golden glow radiated from their bodies, illuminating the wind and snow around them.
"You are...?"
Looking at the three bald heads, Ye Lin frowned. No one usually came looking for the Snowman Clan, so why had he encountered people searching for them the moment he came out?
Had they suddenly become a hot commodity?
"Benefactor, we are from Still Sea Temple. My Buddhist name is Jingxin, and these two are my junior brothers, Jingsha and Jingwu."
"We have traveled through this endless wind and snow for more than three years. Benefactor, you seemed to appear here out of nowhere just now. Could it be that you discovered some clue?"
Jingxin explained with a smile, his manner exceedingly courteous.
Of course, that was also because of Ye Lin's strength.
"Why are you searching for the Snowman Clan? As far as I know, the Snowman Clan is nothing but a legend, isn't it?"
Ye Lin did not answer