"Penglai?!"
Sha Lifei gasped, his voice changing pitch as the white frost on the barrel of his firearm trembled and fell.
Kong Shangzhao's pupils constricted suddenly, and even the weakened Night Crying Man, leaning against Lv San, struggled to raise his eyelids, disbelief flickering in his clouded eyes.
Everyone wore expressions of shock.
They had sought, desperately and in vain, this legendary Overseas Immortal Mountain. Later, they expended effort to find the ruins where An Qisheng might have temporarily stayed.
But aside from some defunct broken pill furnaces and a few spiritless date pits, they found almost nothing.
Who would have thought that this ethereal Immortal Island, bearing the boundless longing of Emperor Qin and Emperor Han, symbolizing carefree immortality, would appear so grotesque and perilous on the edge of the frigid ice sea in the extreme north?
"How… how is this possible?"
