Ice Cave Storm

Half an hour passed.

After a bloody battle, everyone finally drove back the Wraiths.

Some of the weaker cultivators, such as those at the second or third level of the Nascent Soul Realm, had suffered injuries of varying severity.

Gu Huaibei ordered everyone to rest.

Yu Donglai had no objections. His cultivation and combat strength were both inferior to Gu Huaibei's, so he had willingly handed over command.

As everyone took a breather,

Gu Huaibei suddenly appeared before Chen Changming. She studied him with a thoughtful look and asked coolly, "You have quite the skill, fellow Daoist. I've never seen you on Mystic Ice Island before. Are you from outside?"

"Yes, Peak Master Gu."

Chen Changming smiled faintly.

Gu Huaibei was quite beautiful, but she was too cold and suspicious by nature.

That was why she had come over to probe him.

"May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?"

Gu Huaibei asked casually, doing her best to appear unconcerned.

"This one is Chen Bai."

Chen Changming replied.

Gu Huaibei lowered her head and asked calmly, "What is your cultivation level, fellow Daoist?"

"Compared to yours, Peak Master Gu, my cultivation is nothing."

Chen Changming smiled.

Since she couldn't see through him, why not keep her guessing?

Gu Huaibei met with a polite brush-off. Displeased, she snorted and turned away, walking slowly toward the depths of the tunnel.

After walking a hundred zhang,

she stopped and gazed into the distance, sweeping the area with her divine sense.

But after searching, she found nothing.

There were no Wraiths, no Ice Whirlwinds, and not even any Ice Beasts.

Everything was utterly silent.

The kind of silence that made one's scalp tingle.

"Why does something feel wrong?" Gu Huaibei frowned.

The Mystic Ice Cave appeared at irregular intervals. Despite having cultivated for many years,