C897 It's All the Fault of That Damn Muqing

Three thousand kilometers away.

The cold wind howled as the glaciers spiraled. A chilling aura enveloped the entire area.

The endless snow never stopped, as if this was a mission given to them by God.

"Yang Fann, what are you trying to do?" Aren't we going to escape back to the East Continent? " Yan Fei asked.

"Who told you we were going back