By the time night fell, he finally spotted a campfire in a dense forest on the snowy grassland ahead, with several tents pitched nearby. He approached slowly and saw three martial artists warming themselves by the fire. They were Shen Zhou Martial Artists, their features and clothing marking them as people from the Divine Land.
What are these people doing in this godforsaken place during such a freezing season? Ye Fan wondered.
Just then, one of the thinner men spoke. "This place is a real hellhole, not a soul in sight! Do you think we can actually get our hands on the treasure this time?"
Another chimed in, "Of course, there's hope. By bypassing the water route and advancing through this barren land, we'll surely get there before them!"
"Given the weather, the water route must be treacherous. We should arrive at least five days early. A lot of people are after the treasure this time!"
