Having reached the foot of the mountain and escaped the biting cold wind, the lush forest before them and the white snow behind them seemed like two different worlds. Ling Xiao and Ye Wen Ni glanced back at the majestic Holy Mountain looming behind them.
From this vantage point, the summit was no longer visible. All they could see was the sea of clouds that perpetually swirled around the mountainside. Faintly, they could almost still hear the roars of the powerful Magical Beasts from high up on the Holy Mountain.
"Whew!" They both let out a long sigh. Ye Wen Ni remarked, "It really feels like a dream, Ling Xiao. Is there anyone else in this world besides you who can so accurately pinpoint the edges of those Magical Beasts' territories? If any Adventurer's Guilds or Mercenary Corps found out about this skill of yours, they'd probably go crazy, right?"
