Several days later, Li Yan had emerged onto the surface of the secret realm. He stood beside the lake, while snowflakes still drifted thickly from the sky.
Li Yan had also learned why this lake resembled the one outside: it was part of the trap Xiu Han had laid. Xiu Han was no less calculating than he was, and was equally adept at exploiting people's minds.
The sight of this lake had raised far too many questions. With the aid of that exceptionally well-concealed formation, he had followed the trap Xiu Han had laid and stepped into it little by little, all without realizing it!
At this moment, two figures stood beside Li Yan. One was Qianji, dressed entirely in white. Even after several days, he still brimmed with boundless anticipation for this place, because this was his true home in the Immortal Spirit Realm-his home, his clan's home!
Li Yan gazed at the snowflakes filling the air ahead. Tugged ceaselessly by the bone-piercing wind, they kept obscuring his vision, revealing a patch of the lake one moment, then turning it into a vast, blurred shadow amid the wind and snow the next...
Feeling the biting wind here, Li Yan found the air at his mouth and nose wonderfully fresh. He pointed at the dancing snowflakes ahead and said with a smile,
"Qianji, your cultivation was like this back then too. You never dreamed I would choose you to become the king of a small clan, did you?"
As Li Yan watched those dancing snowflakes, his thoughts seemed to return in an instant to the days when he had still been a lowly Foundation Establishment cultivator.
If one looked closely at the snowflakes in the wind now, one would discover that many of them showed signs of animation or spiritual