On the Cold Inch Snowfield, clusters of exotic beasts strolled leisurely. The previous scene of beasts running amok was long gone, and the provoked beasts seemed to have forgotten the past events at this moment.
Suddenly, a dazzling light descended from the sky, frightening those beasts into fleeing, and in an instant, there were no traces of exotic beasts left on the snowfield.
Bang bang bang bang bang—!
Five figures fell from the sky and landed in the snowfield.
Fortunately, the thick snow spared them a beating of flesh and bone.
"Hiss—!" Jiang Li sat on the snow, couldn't help but rub her waist, "Next time when we drop, can you give a heads-up? If I fall like this again, my bones will break."
"How did we end up here? Where is the Young Master?" Mu Chen was the first to react.
He searched around and saw a splash of red slowly standing up from the snow, back to him, patting her robe.
That silhouette, he was naturally familiar with.
