At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.
At the peak of a snow-capped mountain, an earthly mirror suddenly opened, and several mysterious figures wearing bamboo hats and clad in raincoats emerged.
"Ice River!" Jing Hong reported immediately.
The weather today was exceptionally good, with no gale howling.
Under the sunset's glow, the entire snow-covered world appeared tranquil and beautiful.
Lu Ran stepped forward, gazing into the northern distance.
A wide, frozen river stretched across the mountain range.
Luo Ying, with her back to the sunset, looked east along the Ice River, her eyes narrowing: "Sect Leader, it's that peak! The tallest one!"
"Oh?" Lu Ran gazed afar, his line of sight gradually rising.
It was a majestic and magnificent snow mountain, its peak towering with an imposing aura of breaking through the nine heavens!
The base of the North Wind Sect was truly impressive.
It could rival the Sword Ridge Peak!
