Talisman paper barrier, the snow whirls in the air.
A golden shimmering shadow crosses the void.
"Is there a human presence here?"
Wu Jiu dashed to the northern part of Snow Lion Ridge, sensing something amiss, he quickened his pace and reached the mountain peak.
The core of the furnace flickered, and warm air rose gently.
Jiang Huang sat in solitude.
Seeing this scene, Wu Jiu let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Sister!"
Wu Jiu swiftly descended and hurriedly asked, "Has someone been here?"
He swept the entire mountain peak with his Divine Thought, faintly sensing some Sword Intent, and a trace of unease flashed through his mind.
This Snow Lion Ridge is located in the north of Demon Country. How could a human cultivator have set foot here?
Jiang Huang did not answer this question.
The girl sat with her back straight, in front of the furnace, where the tea had long boiled, yet she remained motionless.
Not because she didn't want to move.
But because... she couldn't move.
