"Your so-called 'true Qi' can only be displayed without being weakened after you turn into a snowman. When that time comes, you'll be one of the few powerful snowmen. I want the three of you to do something for me. "
In front of a huge ice cliff, a pure white Dragon head that seemed to be sculpted from ice and steel slowly reached down. Its body was covered with long scales and extended to the top of the ice cliff. It was at least a few thousand feet long. Its tail was hidden in the frost and mist, and one could not see the end of it at a glance.
In front of the Dragon head stood three expressionless young men with swords on their backs.
They were the three sword sect disciples who had entered.
After hearing the Dragon head's words, they nodded in unison as if they had been trained.
