The hall on the peak of the mountain was only a thousand meters away from the ice sheet above their heads.
If a high-level cultivator wanted to escape, they could cross a distance of a thousand meters in an instant.
However, the moment they were frozen, not a single cultivator was able to escape this calamity.
But in fact, the entire world was like this, and not a single fish escaped the net.
The sect master shook his head when he saw the golden-haired cultivator standing at the entrance.
The last time they met seemed to be yesterday. He didn't expect that when they met again, it would be this scene.
There were many emotions in his heart, but in the end, he could only sigh.
"He must have sensed something. Unfortunately, he's still too slow."
Tang Zhen had a preliminary judgment as he looked at the frozen sect leader.
The sect master nodded. He had the same thought and could confirm it by looking at his old friend's expression.
