The two beautiful women understood and nodded in agreement, and the three of them accelerated their pace.
About ten minutes later, they stood beneath the towering city wall, looking at the two large words in front of them, emblazoned brightly: Ice Hall!
"Great, we finally made it!"
Liu Ting's face showed a trace of joy.
At this moment, four women approached them, each with a different appearance but all sharing one distinctive trait: they were exceptionally indifferent, as if someone had found money but didn't want to share it with them.
"Who are you people, do you know what kind of place this is?" asked the leader, who appeared to be a slightly older woman, around thirty years old, dressed rather simply.
In Chen Tianlong's mind, shouldn't these ancient martial sects all be dressed in robes or something? Why do they look just like us?
"Sister, we're here seeking medical treatment!"
