In the blink of an eye, everything around Jiang Chen changed.
Cold winds rushed past him as towering icebergs and snowy plains stretched out in every direction. His divine sense swept through the frozen land like a wave of thought.
"This is it—the Western Ice Domain," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "Mo Hao's down south."
Of course, he knew exactly where the guy had landed—he'd been the one who set the teleport coordinates. No surprises there.
He reached out with his divine sense again, just to double-check.
Bingo—five million kilometers away, he picked up on a few supporting characters. Probably part of Mo Hao's new setup.
...
At the same time, far away, tucked deep inside a mountain so well hidden it was like the world forgot it existed...
Mo Hao stood inside a dark cave, surrounded by a group of cold, scared humans huddled together for warmth. His eyes scanned them, and then—putting on his best "hero face"—he cleared his throat and stepped forward.
