As the two Supreme Elders of the Su Clan rushed back, Ye Qingchen had already re-entered the Extreme North, encountering a massive blizzard along the way, which forced him to stop for several days.
This blizzard lasted for seven or eight days, extending endlessly outward, even divine sense couldn't penetrate it.
"I didn't expect, really unlucky, to encounter the snowstorm now, otherwise we should have reached the Sacred Land already!" In a dilapidated small temple, Su Yeran gazed forward. Although with a complaining tone, the joy in her eyes was almost undisguised.
As she spoke, she secretly glanced at Ye Qingchen, cross-legged and eyes closed, sitting in the small temple.
"Is that so?"
Hearing this, Ye Qingchen sat still, but slowly opened his eyes, speaking with a half-smile:
"Isn't this what you hoped for?"
"What do you mean?"
Su Yeran's face changed upon hearing this.
