Cold Beast, could it be some kind of monster?
Xia Hong's mind was filled with this doubt, and he looked at the figure looming behind the carriage window not far away, his expression extremely solemn.
The next second, the gravity on his face intensified further.
"Leader Chen, Leader Peng, long time no see, hope you're well!"
A gentle and lively female voice suddenly rang out from inside the nearby carriage.
Upon hearing the voice, everyone except for Chen Yingyuan and Peng Bo had their brows slightly furrowed. The expressions of the other Earth-digging Realm individuals became as solemn as Xia Hong's, and some timid ones even showed a hint of fear.
On a snowy night, the lonely, broken carriage, the looming figure, the bodies sprawled around, scattered weapons, and suddenly such a gentle and lively female voice—any normal person would think of monsters.
