The moment the words left his mouth, lightning flashed across the high mountain night sky. Liu Guan's eyes blazed with intense light, piercing through the shadows and driving straight into the female cultivator. Facing the sharp gaze that could pierce the soul, Murong Qingyan smiled in return, looking completely like a qualified messenger. Once she delivered the words, her task came to an end.
After a long while, laughter drifted out from the shadows: "Good, very good! Ghost Bell Seed, you're a good friend!"
Liu Guan burst out laughing, the laughter echoing recklessly out from the summit of the high mountain with a rumbling sound, not caring in the least whether anyone down in Juebi City might discover his existence.
At that moment, the snow fell even more densely, and wind rolled the snowy mist, blanketing a radius of a hundred miles. Overlooking Juebi City at this time, it was already a boundless expanse of white, and even the flickering lights of the new city were mostly obscured by the wind and snow. In this environment, for the moment no one happened to notice the anomaly on the high mountain.
Liu Guan was still venting his emotions with laughter, while Murong Qingyan let her mind wander for a brief moment, knowing the origin of this snowstorm:
It must be the Minor Five Yin Ice Hail Soul Severing Curse. Draining yang energy with yin qi and severing souls—if the spellcasting succeeds, cultivation will improve, but with a snowstorm like this, three or four out of every ten commoners in the whole city will fall ill, and the frail ones probably won't survive this winter.
Glancing back to cast a look at the shadow beside her, the female cultivator shook her head. This person was reckless back then, and now that a