Just then, something that should have been impossible suddenly happened.
The five Snow Enchantresses stopped, gave her a long, deep look, then turned north and soon disappeared beyond the glacier.
Zhao Layue raised her head and looked at Lone Peak in the distance, vaguely guessing something. Rather than feeling fortunate to have survived, she grew even more wary.
An immensely powerful Divine Sense—one that should perhaps have been called vast—came from distant Lone Peak and fell into her Sea of Consciousness.
A humming rang out, as though countless ancient bells had been struck at once. Zhao Layue turned pale and spat out a mouthful of golden-tinged essence blood.
Fortunately, the next moment, that Divine Sense left her Sea of Consciousness and returned to Lone Peak.
In that single instant, she sensed a wealth of extremely rich and complex information the other wished to convey. Four messages stood out most clearly.
We are very much alike.
Neither of us is a replacement.
We will become stronger, then truly defeat those who made us.
I hope you can leave here alive, though that will be difficult.
In early spring, cold snow still swirled over White City. The snowfields grew thicker, and the icy streams froze all the way to the bottom, looking like works of art carved from crystal.
He Zhan excelled at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but his greatest skill was grilling fish, which many considered an art in its own right.
Yet these days, his grilled fish tasted worse by the day. Uncharacteristically, Se Se did not lose her temper, because she knew He Zhan was worried and had no heart for such things.
Zhao Layue had entered the Snowfield a long time ago, but had yet to return.
A few days earlier, some cultivators had returned