Ink City, this is already very close to Cold Snow Lake.
Ten days later, Lin Feng and Granny Fengh Li arrived at Ink City.
"Senior, when shall we set off?" Lin Feng asked.
Eight hundred miles west, lies the Cold Snow Lake, the Snow Flood Dragon's lair.
Granny Fengh Li said, "I sensed a few powerful auras, I can no longer act alone."
Saying this, Granny Fengh Li couldn't help but frown slightly, she initially wanted to take Lin Feng to act alone, but now she had to change the plan.
"So what do we do now?" Lin Feng asked.
"Settle down first, soon someone will come to invite us to discuss this matter." Granny Fengh Li said.
Longling Tower, this is an inn in Ink City, with multiple separate courtyards, each situated independently, with an elegant environment.
Lin Feng went to check in for accommodation.
Cough, cough, cough...
A violent coughing sound came through.
"Uncle, are you alright?"
A young lord helped a cultivator looking in his thirties and asked worriedly.
