Above the vast ice layer.
Jiang Ning soared straight up, lightly tapping with the tip of his foot, and he landed on the smooth, steep top of the cliff.
He turned around and looked back as the howling cold wind mixed with heavy snow attacked him from behind.
His long hair, chaotic as if bewitched by a mad demon, slapped messily against his cheeks.
Soon.
His gaze locked onto two figures merging with the ice and snow.
Jiang Ning narrowed his eyes, their eyes met.
His gaze intersected with that of the Wind God Envoy in midair.
At that moment.
The Wind God Envoy was utterly convinced he had been discovered.
Then he and Guardian Xing beside him turned to look at each other, their gazes meeting, and both displayed the same expression.
The next moment.
The two no longer hid.
Guardian Xing moved, rolling up thousands of snowflakes.
His powerful body directly tore through the snow and wind facing him.
