The bone-chilling cold wind enveloped them once again.
As if the strange, brief transaction just now had been nothing but an illusion.
Only the three large metal boxes lying quietly on the ice cliff, their lids open, emanating a tempting treasure glow, coldly and realistically reminded them of everything that had just happened.
On the cliff, for a moment, only the howling of wind and snow was left.
Chu Kuanglan shook his still slightly dazed head vigorously, tore off his mask, took deep breaths of the icy air, his face full of incredulous absurdity:
"He... he just left like that?!"
Lu Jiuyuan steadied himself against a nearby ice rock, took a few deep breaths to calm his surging Qi Blood, nodded at the words, with a similarly peculiar assurance in his voice: "Yes. He left."
Wei Banmeng and Jiang Wei exchanged a glance, seeing deep shock in each other's eyes, alongside a hint of... irony.
Because they knew Fang Qingyu too well.
