Holy snow mountain peak.
The illusionary Silver Snow Wolf was lying lazily on the ice bed, its silver-gray eyes were staring at the air in front of it.
It was as if there was an invisible curtain not far from it, and on it was a wonderful program being played.
In fact, the real situation was not too different.
It was looking at the 'contestants' who were climbing the mountain.
As Cang Xue's "substitute" to "manage" the inheritance, the Silver Wolf had almost all-knowing power on the Holy Snow Mountain.
"The quality of this batch isn't up to standard. Why are there only four people left in the first round?"
Halfway through, the Silver Wolf could not help but complain.
It made a clear and melodious sound, and it was a female voice.
"At least let me look at it for a while longer."
