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"How did you all come to be here?" Song Wujie frowned as he looked at Chen Mu and his companions. "I only left for seven days, has something happened to Peng Yue Mountain?"
Seven days? A lift of Chen Mu's eyebrow.
He only discovered Song Wujie's disappearance this very afternoon.
Then who was the Song Wujie that had been standing in the Cold Moon Pond's pavilion for the past seven days?
A chill ran through Chen Mu's heart. Had they been trapped all along?!
He immediately recounted the recent changes.
Upon hearing the story, Song Wujie's face showed a strange expression.
Snowstorms? Red eyes?
"That must be the snow demon Qing Liu."
Qing Liu?
"Such a powerful demon should only exist in the north," Song Wujie frowned.
"Could it have followed along with the Zhongshan Path?"
Chen Mu remained silent.
He hadn't expected the influence of the Zhongshan Path to persist, even as he ventured deep into the mountains.
