At the center of the hundred-meter cliff stood an enormous mountain gate of weathered stone.
At that moment, a patrol of Snow Guards atop the fifty-meter gate spotted the two below. They instantly lowered their visors and drew vicious military crossbows from their backs.
The tips of the metal bolts gleamed with a hazy white light.
At the same time, another row of Snow Guards drew white snow sabers and stepped onto the gate's walls, their blades all aimed downward.
They demanded fiercely, "Who goes there? Take another step forward, and you die!"
It was entirely cold-weapon combat, backed by individual armor unaffected by the ruins' barrier.
It was surprisingly similar to Mu Fan's fighting style.
Lu Qingyu's pupils contracted at the sight, and she instantly grew tense. She stepped forward twice, raised her head, and shouted, "I'm Lu Qingyu!"
"Miss Qingyu, we know it's you. The elders ordered us to seize you on sight and bring you back. As for him, any unidentified person trespassing into our territory may be killed immediately."
The guard captain pointed his military saber at Mu Fan, his voice completely drowning out the howling mountain wind and snow.
The wavering white light on the saber grew stronger and stronger.
No one dared doubt the weapon's power!
These cold weapons... seemed completely different from the ordinary cold weapons found in the Federation.
Yet Mu Fan merely lifted his eyelids and glanced at the Snow Guards. He slowly undid the straps on his back, and his scar-covered, rough right hand gradually drew out...
A Dark Gold Short Stick covered in weathered patterns.
Then he took a step forward and planted his foot.
His indifferent voice came from in front of Lu Qingyu. "Follow me."
Lu Qingyu widened her eyes. She looked at the fully alert Snow