Kunlun Ruins.
The next morning.
After Yang Luo and the others finished breakfast, they walked out of the inn and prepared to head to the Black Tortoise Family.
"Brother Mo, is the Black Tortoise Clan far from here?"
Yang Luo asked.
Mo Qingkuang replied, "It's not too far. With our speed, we can arrive at noon."
Yan Nangui said helplessly, "Why must we go to the Black Tortoise family? It's so cold there. We might as well go to our South Continent."
Bujie smiled and said, "Brother Yan, the weather in the South Continent is probably not much better, right?
Big Brother Mo said that the South Continent is hot all year round. Wouldn't that cook everyone to death?"
Yan Nangui rolled his eyes and said, "It's better to die from the heat than from the cold!"
But at this point…
Suddenly, there was a commotion on the street.
"Oh my god, isn't that the carriage of the Qilin family?!"
