Wang Linlin was speechless.
She glanced at Li Ming.
Although he didn't know what he was up to.
However, since Li Yueming had already considered this, it meant that he should have been prepared for it.
Therefore, she had nothing more to say.
The dozen or so riders spent half a month to cross the north.
Soon, the extremely cold snow mountain appeared in front of everyone.
From afar, it was a world of ice and snow. The pure white mountains of the snow mountain range towered into the clouds, as if they were connected to the world.
He couldn't see the end.
Legend had it that at the highest point of the Snowy Mountain, there was a holy temple made of ice and snow.
The temple might have recorded the civilization before the creation of the ancient times.
Because of this, many cultivators had risked their lives to enter the snowy mountains over the years, hoping to climb all the way to see the legendary Holy Temple.
