The Extreme Northern Icefield.
Meng Chen and his companions crossed the length of the continent and landed on this land of eternal frost.
The frozen wastes were a land of hardship and disaster, a place that forged wills of steel and little turnip-heads who loved growing potatoes.
Meng Chen had come to this bitterly cold land partly to forge a will of steel. More importantly, he had found no hundred-thousand-year Soul Beasts in the Sunset Forest.
That left the Extreme Northern Icefield. But after more than ten days of searching, he still had not found one, and he had ventured ever deeper into the frozen wastes.
A vast lake stretched before them. There was no telling how thick its ice was, but it held their weight without trouble.
"It's so cold."
That was Ye Lingling.
Beside her, Meng Chen took out a coat sewn from the hide of a fire-attribute Soul Beast. "Want to put this on?"
Ye Lingling shook her head, then suddenly hugged him. "This is warmer," she said shyly.
Meng Chen was caught off guard, but he let her be.
It seemed that spending so much time with Ning Rongrong had made even Ye Lingling more outgoing.
"This makes you warmer? Really, Ling Ling?"
Ning Rongrong sounded astonished. She hugged Meng Chen tight as well. "Wow, it really does!"
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing refused to be left out. They came over and wrapped their arms around him too.
"Hey, you can't just..."
Meng Chen was at a loss for words.
He did not know when he had developed such self-control. He could now remain unfazed by beauty, even with their faces close enough for him to feel their breath.
The five of them were packed together like dumpling filling when Ye Xishui returned. That was the