Beyond the borders of Chu, at the edge of Great Heaven Mountain.
Biting cold winds whipped up bits of frost, sweeping past two figures struggling to trek onward.
Thick white bearskin cloaks bundled them tightly, and from beneath their hoods, two pairs of eyes and small, frost-nipped red faces peeked out.
Even with such specialized cold-weather gear, it was still impossible to completely block out the extreme cold that originated from nature itself.
The cold on Great Heaven Mountain was not something ordinary Spiritual Qi could withstand.
Normal protective Spiritual Qi was like thin paper against the frigid gales, and only by relying on these Demon Beast furs, which contained a faint fiery spiritual essence, could they barely endure.
"Zhouzhou, we're almost there! Just a little more, and it'll be warm when we get down the mountain!"
A voice with a distinct Southern Jiang accent, yet full of encouragement, rang out.
It was Xiang Zhaoling.
