Lin Kuang did not notice Chen Fengyuan, as the distance between them was simply too vast. He would be unable to detect him unless they were much closer; after all, he was not a god.
At this moment, Dong Qilong, Dong Qibao, Fan Mohao, Fan Moran, and four Martial Artists from the Dong Family also hurried to the Snow Mountain.
Their eyes lit up at the sight of the vast, white expanse around them. The scenery was truly beautiful, especially for those who had grown up in the south. Seeing so much snow was a rare sight.
"What a vast snowfield," Dong Qilong murmured, "and yet, it is destined to be stained with blood."
At that moment, Fan Mohao spoke up. "Everyone, let's split up to search. If anyone finds Lin Kuang, we'll all converge on that position."
Hearing this, Dong Qilong and Dong Qibao nodded. "Alright, let's do that. Let's move out."
With that, the group of eight split up and began searching for Lin Kuang across the snowfield.
