It was nearing summer, yet Kunxu Mountain remained as snow-covered as ever.
The towering peaks meant that the snow at the summit never melted throughout the year, and the sprawling mountain range allowed these whites to occupy thirty thousand li of land.
Jiang Li appeared on a snowy peak, carried by the wind. The chilling wind swept over him, leaving him with an ice-cold yet refreshing sensation.
Ever since he and Tianxuan's master-disciple duo pulled that stunt in front of the senior sister, Gongsun Qingyue had been chasing him these days, launching one Drought God Palm after another. Even at night, when coupling, she would fully wield her Flame Qi, letting Jiang Li experience the senior sister's fiery nature.
Even though, with Jiang Li's strength and physical body, such heat could hardly affect him, he still pretended to be punished in order to appease Gongsun Qingyue. So, he spent his days sweating, experiencing once again the feeling of his past life.
