Hot Face Sticking to Cold Ass (1)

In the northernmost land, a strong wind swept across the land mercilessly, bringing with it large snowflakes that were as big as goose feathers, stirring up small whirlwinds one after another.

The snowflakes were like sharp blades, and when they cut through the air, they would make a buzzing sound.

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

"Is this Thule?"

Li Yuanqing observed for a while before withdrawing his gaze. He let the blood vine seed continue to lurk underground and silently advance north.

The white-browed Daoist had already left. Li Yuanqing didn't care where he went to hide. Since that fellow had promised not to harm the people of the Demon Realm, Li Yuanqing felt that there was no need to continue being enemies with him.

Ever since the Black Dragon lost those four avatars, he didn't dare to act rashly. It was unknown whether he had returned to the Immortal World.