Before Heavenly Gate City.
Jiang Ning withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked toward the flustered Snow Dragon Colts on the mountain ahead.
These pure-white, extraordinarily handsome dragon colts were unique exotic beasts of the Northern Barbarian Great Grassland's Big Snow Mountain, and the Northern Barbarians' most precious wealth.
Every Snow Dragon Colt was priceless.
Eight thousand Snow Dragon Colts also constituted the Northern Barbarians' most powerful force.
Especially now, on the day Wheel-Turning King, the Northern Barbarian Kingdom's State Preceptor, had died.
Jiang Ning watched the Snow Dragon Colts as thoughts raced through his mind.
Although Wheel-Turning King was dead, the god of Big Snow Mountain behind him was still alive.
That god had spoken to him across a distance of thousands of miles just now. Its attitude had been gentle; it had called him young friend, and had even frankly admitted that it might not be able to do anything to him.
Yet Jiang Ning knew full well that a god able to survive the great calamity of heaven and earth and endure through the long years until today was absolutely not as simple as it appeared.
And these Snow Dragon Colts were all exotic beasts from Big Snow Mountain.
These Northern Barbarian martial artists were likewise devout believers of that god of Big Snow Mountain.
He was considering whether slaughtering all these Snow Dragon Colts would inevitably enrage that god.
Even if that god had said it might not be able to do anything to him, gaining an enemy that had hidden itself for who knew how many years was by no means a wise move.
Besides, although these Snow Dragon Colts were precious to the Northern Barbarians, they held little value for him.
He had no intention of contending for dominion over the world.
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