Celestial Palace City.
As the Prince Zhenbei and Beicang King left, Jiang Ning was the only one left in the council hall.
He walked out of the council hall, gazing toward the distant north.
Though there were many buildings blocking the view, his eyes seemed to pierce through all obstacles, seeing the great tent on the northern hilltop.
"King Zhuanlun... the deity of the Great Snow Mountain..." he murmured to himself.
The words he said to Prince Zhenbei and Beicang King just now were not entirely untrue.
The aura surrounding King Zhuanlun did make him somewhat apprehensive.
His knowledge of the Snow Mountain Deity was limited.
All he knew was that it was a deity that had long existed.
It existed even before the Martial Saint's dominion over the world.
The entire Northern Barbarian Grassland worshipped this deity.
The existence of the Northern Barbarian Grassland was also due to this deity's presence.
