Zhou Xuan leisurely walked through the snow-covered land, holding a pitch-black Heavenly Spirit Bone.
His spirits were high, and he had the leisure to keep watching the snowy scenery of the valley.
"What pure snow, much purer than the people of Snow Plain Prefecture."
Zhou Xuan mumbled to himself. Just as his words fell, he sensed a fluctuation of incense from a far distance behind him.
He couldn't help but pridefully raise an eyebrow, "This fish has finally taken the bait."
There was no need to guess; he already knew that the person in the snow was Ning Jin Longba.
Sure enough,
Ning Jin Longba rushed through the snow, taking strides that were two steps at a time, arriving in front of Zhou Xuan and kneeling on one knee: "Master, save me… Master, save me…"
Tear traces were faintly visible on Ning Jin's face. Zhou Xuan didn't know if he was crying due to the pain of losing his son, or because he was frightened by the Great Snow Mountain Curse so close at hand.
