The two of them headed north, one before the other.
After passing dozens of towering snow peaks, they finally reached the entrance to a vast river valley.
Several river valleys converged before them, stretching toward a distant deep gorge.
Though it had long been frozen over, the general shape of the river valley could still vaguely be made out. It was a full thousand zhang wide, and must once have been a famous river that had endured countless years.
Standing atop the ice and looking into the distance, Yi Feng's eyes filled with suspicion.
"Where's the monster? There isn't even a bird in sight."
Wei Zhenfang, who was walking ahead, turned and bowed with a fawning smile.
"Senior, those Devil Race members are in the deep gorge ahead. I guarantee it with a Heavenly Dao Oath!"
Only then did Yi Feng half-believe him. Before setting out, he asked curiously.
"Are those Devil Race members strong? Is it dangerous?"
The question came as no surprise, and Wei Zhenfang answered smoothly.
"Senior, you jest. With your cultivation, how could a mere Devil Race pose any threat? Please rest assured, there is absolutely no risk on this trip. You will only gain enough Demonic Beast corpses."
Hearing the Bald Old Man's words, Yi Feng was somewhat disappointed.
"There's actually no danger? What a pity. Then keep leading the way."
The low voice carried a trace of disappointment, and Wei Zhenfang was startled inwardly.
He had no idea whether Yi Feng was putting on a bold front and deliberately spouting such grandiose words.
Or bluffing to test him...
No expert, no matter how strong, could be so arrogant on Water Cold Star as to regret the lack of danger.
No matter what, this man would definitely be buried here!
Slowly turning around and moving