Fog pervaded the mountains as an icy shadow swept past.

Zhou Yuan was seated on Little Frost’s back, his Spirit senses spreading outwards. Although the fog could distort one’s sense of direction, Zhou Yuan was just barely able to guide them through his powerful Spirit.

“To the left.” Uttered Zhou Yuan.

Little Frost immediately shook its wings, turning directions.

“We’ve already reached the depths of the mountain range.” Zhou Yuan glanced to his rear, his ...