After saying goodbye to the Divine Tree, Du Yu followed the soldiers and headed northwest.
Good thing he was Fire Attribute, otherwise, in just a T-shirt and shorts, he'd probably have frozen to death in this endless snowy mountain.
Speaking of which, Du Yu wasn't the only one dressed light; Yang Qingqing's dress wasn't exactly thick either.
Mm... when the upper beam's crooked, the lower beam's bound to follow~
In a mountain hollow, master and disciple met the Cold Beast Demon Saint·Thundercloud Peng, its body draped in frost and snow.
By its side stood several soldiers, as well as a tall, burly member of the Cold Race.
The poor male Emperor's Minister had been dragged here by Du Yu from another world; in this life, he was never going back.
From the frost and snow layered over them, it was clear they had been waiting here for quite some time.
"Ms. Yang, please." a soldier shouted loudly.
