The more Ye Feng looked at the wooden house, the more familiar it seemed. Even the way it was built in these mountains was exactly like Leiqi's place.
Before Ye Feng could ask, Leiqi cupped his fists and bowed respectfully toward the wooden house, calling out:
"Leiqi of Guzman has come expressly to seek an audience with the Immortal Lord. Please grant me permission!"
As soon as he spoke, eight people rushed out from all around them.
But when they saw Leiqi, they swiftly disappeared again, as though they had seen nothing.
Ye Feng was bewildered by the sight, but Leiqi's expression remained unchanged, as if he were used to it.
Just then, the wooden house's door opened, and a languid, aged voice drifted out:
"Oh, it's Leiqi. Come in!"
Leiqi cupped his fists.
"Yes, Immortal Lord!"
With that, Leiqi strode toward the wooden house, and Ye Feng hurried after him.
Inside, the furnishings were almost identical to those in Leiqi's wooden house.
The only difference was that the jade bed had been replaced by an incomparably cold bed of ice.
The moment Ye Feng stepped inside, he felt a bone-piercing chill, and even his blood began to stop flowing.
Ye Feng hurriedly activated his Law Force, only then restoring his body to normal.
An old man sat upon the bed of ice.
His face was haggard and aged, the marks of time etched deeply into it.
His skin was like wrinkled paper, sallow and dull.
Fine wrinkles covered the corners of his eyes and mouth, like gullies scoured by the torrents of time.
In this state, he looked just like an old man on the verge of death.
What surprised Ye Feng most was the inexplicable sense of closeness he felt toward the old man.
Just then, Leiqi's voice