Ginsengfruit glanced around, surrounded by wind and snow, devoid of any signs of life, as if entering a world frozen in ice.
He finally understood why this Divine Hall was so mysterious, with people inside raised to be conceited and aloof.
A group of people, no matter how powerful their force, is merely a castle in the air when isolated.
Adjusting his coat, Ginsengfruit resigned himself to relying on his own two feet, inching up step by step.
Staring at the endless Snow Mountain, a thought suddenly popped into Ginsengfruit's mind.
Fortunately, it's he who came this time; if it were someone else, like Xuan Chu, they'd be frozen stiff here in minutes.
Staying too long in a place like this with mere flesh and blood ensures, if not instant freezing, then certainly frostbite.
"Tsk tsk tsk, a place like this is only suitable for someone like me who can perceive temperature but won't be harmed."
