"This is Dongzhou?"

Ningjia's ancestors looked curiously at the earth, mountains and rivers below. This was the first time that Ningjia's ancestors entered Dongzhou. They were very strange to everything in Dongzhou.

"Yes, ancestor, this is Dongzhou, but just entered the territory of Dongzhou, should be within the influence of the cold ice area."

Xia Chen stood on the back of the golden carving with some sighs. It's still covered with snow. Looking down, there's a vast expanse of white everywhere. It's a real place of ice and snow.

And there is still a cold wind whistling in the empty sky, but neither summer nor Ningjia ancestors care about these...