Hot Face to Cold Ass

In the far north, a violent wind swept past the ground mercilessly, bringing with it large snowflakes that were like goose feathers, causing small whirlwinds.

The snowflakes were like blades that trembled as they streaked across space.

Behind a reverse slope, a small blood-red sprout stuck its head out and carefully peeped into this ice world.

"Is this the far north?"

Li Yuanqing observed for a while before retracting his gaze. He let the Blood Vine seed continue to hide underground and silently continue heading north.

Daoist Bai Mei had already left. Li Yuanqing did not care where he went to hide. Since that fellow had promised not to hurt anyone from the Demon Realm, Li Yuanqing felt that there was no need to be enemies with him.

Ever since the Black Dragon lost those four clones, he did not dare to attack rashly. It was unknown if he had returned to the Immortal World.