"Whew."
Before Western Kunlun's mountain gate, snowflakes swirled. No wind had suddenly risen. Rather, after their long wait in deathly silence, the Ice and Snow Palace disciples had finally heard Kunlun's reply. Like people on the verge of suffocation given a chance to breathe, they instinctively exhaled long breaths, stirring the snow on the ground.
Though they had merely been summoned and no verdict had been delivered, at least they could live a little longer.
As for summoning both the Palace Mistress and the Northern Yin Hall Master, that was only natural. They were, after all, the two people whose words carried the most weight in the Ice and Snow Palace.
Gong Zhengyu and Chen Suxing rose.
An unmistakable look of relief appeared on the former's face.
"Palace Mistress! Hall Master! You must swallow your anger. Whatever happens, staying alive comes first!"
The others remained on their knees, not daring to rise. Before the two could ascend the mountain, Qi Zhanxi hurriedly offered one last whispered reminder-or rather, plea.
"Yes, Palace Mistress, and Northern Yin, too. So long as we can live, we're willing to do anything!"
Tan Zheng quickly added his voice.
"Palace Mistress! Please plead our case!"
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Once Qi Zhanxi spoke, the Fourth Realm cultivators at the front all joined in. Every word was a plea for survival, urging the three to lower themselves. Each wished he could go in person and kowtow at the True Lord's feet.
Gong Zhengyu and Northern Yin dared not delay. Ignoring the others, they strode forward. But after passing through the curtain of water at the mountain gate, Gong Zhengyu, who was in front, suddenly froze again.
How do we get up there?
*Walk? How many years would that take? Fly? Would we be charged with disrespect? Besides, Mount Kunlun is