Upon hearing Yuan Rong's words, Feng Zhongli and Xuan Li both looked toward Song Wen with hesitation on their faces.
Neither of them bore any grudge against Yuan Rong, and the Snowfield was the only route out of the secret realm.
Thus, the information Yuan Rong possessed was particularly important.
After all, no one wished to remain trapped in this secret realm for tens of thousands of years, only to exhaust their lifespan and die.
"Oh? Fellow Daoist Yuan Rong actually knows the route to the Snowfield?" Song Wen raised his brows slightly, a smile appearing on his face.
He halted the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword that had been closing in on Yuan Rong. Part of his consciousness sank into his sea of consciousness, where it condensed into a figure before the dragon soul as he asked.
"Do you know how to leave the secret realm?"
"That is simple. One merely needs to pass through the exit of the Snowfield." The dragon soul answered almost instinctively.
"Then how does one get to the Snowfield?" Song Wen pressed.
The dragon soul visibly froze. Its mouth opened wide, yet not a single word came out.
"This..."
"You once said that, in search of spiritual medicine to repair your soul body, you had combed through nearly the entire secret realm. Don't tell me... you never set foot in that Snowfield a second time?" Song Wen demanded coldly.
"It seems... that really was the case," the dragon soul said.
A flicker of disappointment passed through Song Wen's eyes.
The dragon soul had previously acted as though it knew the Kunxu Secret Realm inside and out, yet now it did not even know how to leave. It was utterly absurd.
Song Wen then asked Venerable Yun Chan the same question.
However, Venerable Yun Chan's response