The temple.
The leader and clansmen of the snow Wolf Clan looked at the sacred and solemn Holy Snow Mountain in the distance.
The eternal white seemed to be able to wash one's heart and purify all filth.
"Swish!"
At this moment, an Eagle's Cry came from the distant sky.
"How is it?"
Qi mu quickly asked.
The other clansmen around him also looked on with concern, especially the relatives of the Mountaineer. After they went back last night, they came back this morning.
"Swish!"
"What? Someone had already reached the seventh level? Are you sure you're not mistaken?" (It was actually the eighth stage, because the demoness in the cave did not see it.)
Qi MU's already loud voice rose by another eight degrees, causing the snow beneath his feet to tremble.
It had only been four hours since the snow Eagle had delivered the information in the morning.
