Lin Mo's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. "
I should leave here as well."
Placing the Xuanyuan Sword behind him, Lin Mo leaped to the edge of the Ice Lotus Pond, stood on the ice layer, then bent deeply at the waist to bow to the pond. After ten seconds, he stood up.
In any case, Lin Mo was grateful to the mysterious elder, for when he was small, Yang Chuxue had taught him that those who helped you in life deserved gratitude.
Siberian Ice Field.
The Second Zone, where snow and ice were swirling, fierce winds howled, and ice grains spun in the air. For tens of thousands of years, this place had been one with a harsh environment where apart from mercenary groups and cultivators, ordinary people could not survive. At
that moment.
A team of about seven people was hiding behind a gigantic rock, shielding themselves from the raging snowstorm. "
Damn it, I didn't expect to encounter a blizzard."
