This place lay in the far northwest, where the weather was bitterly cold and the roads were exceptionally difficult to travel.
Even though they were cultivators, they could feel how different this place was once they arrived.
When they first entered, it looked like a desert, with yellow sand swirling across the sky and bitterly cold temperatures.
Almost not a blade of grass grew here. Yellow stretched as far as the eye could see, and whenever strong winds rose, the sand nearly blinded them, leaving them unable to see anything.
"Senior, where should we look this time?"
The Bitter Cold Land was enormous. If they searched aimlessly, they might not find anything even after a year or two.
Since Yun He had sent them here, he surely knew something about where Qilin Grass grew and had given them instructions beforehand.
Quan Wuxiang took out the sheet of paper Yun He had written for him and glanced over it.
"According to this, it grows in the coldest places with the harshest conditions. He doesn't know its exact location either, but he suggested we try the Black Swamp."
Xu Tong frowned the moment he heard that name.
"I've been to the Black Swamp before. It's no pleasant place. It's extremely dangerous."
"They say even the strongest, most agile birds can't fly across the Black Swamp. Of course, dangerous as it is, I'll still accompany you there, Senior."
"But before that, we'd better make some preparations. I remember Senior Yun He prepared some medicine before we left. That should be to protect us from the swamp gas there, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Quan Wuxiang took out a small porcelain bottle.
"He did mention that we should take this medicine before entering the Black Swamp. We mustn't stay there too long,