Mu Xueling brought Lin Yun to the summit of the snowy mountain without saying a word. The snowy mountain was massive, and the summit was a huge platform with falling snow.

“This is a Saint Mountain!” Lin Yun instantly recognized the snowy mountain when he landed on the ground. This was the oldest spiritual mountain out of Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion’s thirty-six mountains. Although it wasn’t as ancient as the Sword Sect’s Saint Mountain, it still had a saint vein. So it could ...