Altar of Praying to God.
The outer layer of cold fog obscured the view, but inside, surrounding the "Heart of Winter," the cold fog was sparse and faint.
The other elders, convinced by the Great Elder's speech, had successfully been persuaded.
The allure of the outside world made them set aside their so-called common faith.
"Don't blame me, the temptation is too great for me since you can break through the Heaven Forbidden of The Frozen Land."
The Great Elder of the Ice Tribe sighed from within the apparition of the soul's shadow in Pang Jian's Sea of Consciousness, "My time is running short, and if I cannot leave this broken world, I will die here of old age."
"My ancestors, generations upon generations of the Ice Tribe sages, could not escape this predetermined fate."
"Your arrival has given me a glimmer of hope. How could I not grasp it firmly?"
