Snow fell every day in the Northern Boundary, ceaselessly, without a moment's pause.
This year, however, the West Ice Tribe had been struck by the greatest Blizzard in its history. The ice mountains were shattered and the igloos crushed. Of its more than two hundred thousand members, those who weren't dead had fled for their lives.
Jiang Qiu had lost count of how many he'd killed. All the way to West Ice Valley, he had cut down everyone he came across, leaving no one to escape.
Perhaps some had already fled after he killed the High Priest. He didn't have the energy to hunt them down. For one, completely eradicating them would be difficult. For another, it was unnecessary.
The West Ice Tribe was a Main Vein Tribe. It had only managed to achieve its current status by relying on the inheritance left by the Kun Jiu Ascendant, which was guarded by the Priests.
