In the west of the Lion Bone Scythe Realm, on the peak of a mountain.
Du Yu rode the Little Deer and landed at the edge of a cliff, his eyes pierced through the wind and snow, gazing at the distant, towering Lion Bone Scythe.
"This should be it." Du Yu's muffled voice came from behind his high collar.
The Wind Trace Steed took two steps forward, and Yang Qingqing looked at her apprentice beside her, confirming: "Have we arrived at the Lion Bone Scythe?"
"If the weather is good, you should be able to see it too." Du Yu pointed to the distance, "It's about 4 or 5 kilometers away?"
Not to mention 4 kilometers, in this blizzard night, people couldn't even see what was 4 meters away.
Yang Qingqing said, "Let's go, let's return and rest for a while."
With the flicker of the Mountain and Sea Bell, the Cyan Sect members returned to the Sea Realm.
All of a sudden, the sky lit up brightly.
Li Mengnan instinctively squinted her eyes.
