As night slowly descends, the noisy city of cold and snow gradually returns to calm.

Inn, one room.

Ye Dun sat upright, gazing at Yu Wanqing with a kind of indifferent eyes, which made him feel embarrassed. He wanted to speak, but did not know where to start, and sighed a few times.

"Say, don't waste time." Xuanyuan Xiu took the lead in opening his mouth, waving his palm, and instantaneously arranged a sound-proof array to completely isolate the outside world.

Yu Wanqing nodded and apologized slightly. "The reason why I appeared in Ice China this time is not to attract visitors, but to be chased to death."

Hearing Yu...