Another half day passed. Everywhere they looked, the land was a field of snow, completely unlike Dai Er's memories. The three of them simply sped up. As they flew, Xiao Hua raised a hand and pointed ahead. "There is a hilly region several hundred li wide ahead, now buried beneath heavy snow. Beyond it, an icy river appears—the place leading into Xuntian City. If there is still nothing here... then there truly is nothing!"
"Alright!" Dai Er answered, lightly biting her lip as she urged herself forward, turning into a gust of wind that crashed into the wind and snow.
As they flew toward the distant hills, Xiao Hua had naturally released his divine sense long ago. Unfortunately, even after drawing near and carefully examining the entire region within a thousand li of the hills, he still found no trace of Demon Race aura! Xiao Hua could not help cursing under his breath, "Damn it!"
When they reached the hills, Yuan Ya and Dai Er's faces once again filled with disappointment.
Still, Xiao Hua said, "The two of you should take another careful look."
"Yes, Master..." Yuan Ya knew there was no hope left, yet he still took Dai Er's hand and flew toward the other side of the hills. Dai Er even urged herself onward and tunneled underground to investigate.
A full half hour later, the two returned, clearly having found nothing.
"Great Sect Leader Master..." Dai Er's expression now carried a trace of excitement as she reported, "This disciple is certain this is where Empress and I were ambushed back then, because in the distance there is a hill that resembles... Mossa the Demon King. This disciple has some memory of it from when I escaped while unconscious..."
"Then that is strange!" Xiao Hua frowned. "Within ten thousand