Jiang Fan turned his head to look.
He saw a handsome middle-aged man walking on the vast snowfield with his hands behind his back.
He had long golden hair, fair skin, wore a black outfit underneath and a red cloak outside.
With each casual step, it was as if he instantly moved dozens of feet!
He resembled the legendary "Shrinking Land into Inches."
Jiang Fan's pupils contracted sharply.
What kind of divine skill was this?
He did not dare to be negligent, quickly stood up, gripped the Purple Sword defensively, and said,
"May I ask the senior's esteemed name?"
The golden-haired middle-aged man approached slowly, with a faint smile on his face:
"Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion."
He was a person from the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion?
Jiang Fan glanced at the nearby Boundary Mountain and pondered slightly.
With the decisive battle imminent, it was not surprising that the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion dispatched a strong expert to aid.
