Meanwhile, at the Frigid Peaks of the Northern Arctic Dominion, just outside the still-shimmering entrance to the Secret Realm, Yu Qingyan restlessly paced inside her tent as she waited for Lin Mo's reply.
They had just retreated from the Secret Realm. For the past two days, after they harvested and planted new spiritual herbs in the garden that they encountered, they passed three more areas, and yet Yu Qingyan felt like they were still far from where the true legacy left behind was located.
