In a room entirely constructed of ice.
Gu Xing was escorted by two tall Snow Wolf Race members on either side, sitting on a cold ice stool.
Opposite him, Xue Li was watching him with an unabashedly inquisitive look.
Her silver-white hair cascaded like an ice waterfall, almost blending with the ice crystal decorations around her, with her icy blue eyes flickering with curiosity.
Her slender fingertips rhythmically tapped on the ice table in front of her, emitting a crisp knocking sound, then she spoke in a cold voice:
"Human, state your purpose for coming to the Snow Country."
Though she didn't sense the aura of the Demon Race from this human.
But just in case, she still needed to interrogate him.
Gu Xing did not respond immediately but instead silently surveyed his surroundings.
He noticed everything about the Snow Wolf Race—
From tables and chairs to wall decorations, even weapons hanging in the corners...
All were forged from ice.
