The third level of the ruined pagoda.
Snow Mountain Peak.
Three days after Fang Cheng and Feng Ling entered the fourth level, two streaks of Escape Light flew to this location.
One of them had a curvaceous figure and a black-veiled face. It was none other than Bai Su Yi, one of the three prodigies of the Flame God Palace's Purple Qi Hall.
Beside her stood a young Daoist in robes whiter than snow.
He had a strong, straight nose and eyebrows that slanted up to his temples, his features both handsome and refined. A faint smile graced his lips, putting others at ease like a spring breeze, yet his eyes were like bottomless abysses, profound and inscrutable.
"Senior Brother Pei, this is the place."
Bai Su Yi said softly, pointing to the Purple Mist Vortex above the Snow Mountain Peak.
The young Daoist sighed. "This place is incredibly difficult to find. No wonder I couldn't locate it! Thank you, Junior Sister."
