As night fell, the temperature in the Land of the Far North suddenly dropped to minus forty degrees.
Ye Qingzhou stood alone at the edge of the camp, watching the distant, faintly visible wall of the snowstorm—it was the Magic Barrier of the Shadow Corridor. He took out a small bottle and drank the viscous blue liquid inside.
Instantly, it felt as though ice was flowing through his veins, and the extreme cold no longer posed a threat to him.
"As the future heir of the Morning Star Family, are you really willing to risk participating in this expedition against the Blood Race?"
Ye Qingzhou turned back and saw Celeste walking over.
She had already removed her heavy armor, wearing only casual attire. Her platinum blonde hair looked like flowing silk under the moonlight, dazzlingly beautiful.
"Some things I must do myself."
Ye Qingzhou said.
Celeste stood beside him, and neither spoke further. Instead, they tacitly conserved their energy, waiting for the battle to begin.
