In that glacier world, the concept of time had long become blurred, as Qin Yang's consciousness wandered along the endless ice roads.
Seven days had already passed on Earth.
Time had moved into December.
In that East Sea region, spiritual energy mixed with icy cold air leaked out, and a radius of several dozen miles of sea was already covered in ice.
Yunshui City.
Noon.
The sunlight was just right above the sky.
A luxurious plane from Bordeaux, France, slowly landed at Yunshui City's airport.
Clatter~!
The cabin door opened, and a tall figure stepped out first.
That figure was dressed in a golden European aristocratic robe, handsome in appearance, with golden yellow hair, deep blue eyes shimmering with sharp light, a high nose bridge, exuding an aura of nobility.
This person was none other than Barrello, the Prince of the Wolf Race.
"Heh heh, Huaxia, I have come once again!"
