Snow fluttered through the sky, and the cold wind was piercing.
Long Chen led Xuanyuan Yu'er, following the ancient bluestone steps upwards on the mountain.
This peak was usually desolate with no visitors.
Firstly, because it was not open to the public, it was difficult for tourists to come here,
and secondly, because the temperature here was eerily low, far lower than other areas of the Kunlun Immortal Mountain.
Ordinary people who came here, even with adequate protective measures, would hardly be able to withstand it.
Only those in the world of Martial Arts could possibly be safe and sound.
"Long Chen, this mountain is so tall, and we've been climbing for so long, we've only reached about one-fifth of it, right? Are you sure the Martial God Conference is at the peak?"
Xuanyuan Yu'er asked Long Chen breathlessly.
