The northern gale whipped ice shards against the sheer cliff, letting out a harsh, whistling shriek.
Han Xin gripped his long spear, gazed down at the bottomless Ice Soul Cliff, and raised an eyebrow. "The way down doesn't look too easy."
Wang Zhaojun held her Jade Flute horizontally across her chest, and a faint blue light emanated from it.
Chapter 135