Jiao Shaoqiu didn't say much more; wheels turned, crushing the wind and snow beneath them.
He trekked towards the peak of a mountain.
With Nie Yang, a Great Grandmaster, driving the carriage, their speed was not slow. The foul weather was hardly a hindrance to their advance.
Soon, they could see that atop the peak, a pavilion stood tall in the icy snowy realm.
Every tree on the mountain was covered with ice crystals, appearing crystal clear and exceedingly beautiful.
The carriage slowly came to a halt on the spacious flat ground beneath the pavilion.
Jiao Shaoqiu led Xi Xi, followed by Tie Shancai, as the three of them disembarked from the carriage.
Wuuu wuuu—
Fierce winds howled, the storm raged fiercely!
Snowflakes as big as hands fluttered down from the sky.
Xi Xi, small as she was, circulated her Qi-Blood, vibrant as a baking furnace, feeling not the slightest bit cold.
Curiosity filled her eyes as she gazed at the standing pavilion.
