Above the rift, He Youyi anxiously awaited.
Although Luo Qingyao had assured him there was no need to worry, over the past few millennia, batch after batch of people had come here attempting to solve the root issue of the Snow Mountain, but all had ended in failure.
He Youyi's face was full of sorrow.
During this period, he had been utterly exhausted over the matter of the Fallen Immortal Land of the Snow Mountain, looking noticeably older, with layers of weary wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
"Eh?" He Youyi sensed something amiss, glanced around, and looked at Luo Qingyao, "Qingyao, do you feel a hint of warmth?"
Luo Qingyao closed his eyes and gently felt, "Yes, is it because the sun has come out?"
Far away, dawn's light had already fallen upon the Snow Mountain, casting an inch of golden hue.
