Cross Immortal Gate.
With a heavy snowfall, the entire Cloud Shadow Peak was covered in frosty white, blanketed by ice and snow.
Snowflakes still drifted down from the sky, though the heavy snow had turned into scattered flakes, yet the cold persisted.
Ascending the steps toward Yunyin Peak, the occasional mountain wind made everyone's body shiver.
"Cough, cough—"
Every now and then came Jiang Ning's coughs.
Falling on Shen Wenyan's ears, it made him feel extremely tense.
He could sense that Jiang Ning had expended a great deal in breaking the array this time.
After all, it was leveraging the might of heaven and earth with his own body.
At this moment.
On a distant mountain peak.
A man stood in the snow, appearing to be in his forties, with hands behind his back, exuding an elegant and scholarly aura.
This man was Xia Xuanyan.
Standing in the snow, his figure was slightly blurred, emitting a faint and hazy glow, clearly not his true form.
