The next morning, Xue Ling watched Jun Han go away alone under the ice bell in the tavern. The footprints left behind were instantly covered by heavy snow, and there was no trace left.

Looking at Jun Han's back as he was alone, he suddenly recalled another figure that was as dark as the night but was out of the world.

More than thirty years ago, Jun Han first came to this tavern that existed when his father first entered the world, but was brought by a fairy sect.

At that time, Jun Han was wearing a colorful body and was covered in blood. The immortal sect in black walked from the frost and snow with Jun Han on his back, and a simple silk that was whiter than snow was tied to his eyes.

The black-clothed immortal sect was surprised to find this isolated pub with wind and snow. Xue Ling was also surprised to see him.

Since Beishan Jun passed away, no one has set foot in this radius of hundreds of miles.

If mortals and monsters do not come to step in, the immortal gate will be rejected for thousands of miles.

As a result, the black-clothed Immortal Sect's master rushed into the forbidden area in order to take Jun Han to avoid the pursuit of the Immortal Sect.

When asked where he was going, the man in black had no idea. He just thought that as Jun Han's identity, he could not gain a foothold in the world for the time being. It would probably be better to return to the northern border.

Xue Ling is really grateful to him for protecting Beishan Jun’s only remaining meridian.

——

However, Xue Ling was trapped in the ice and snow, and she had only seen him once until today.

Xue Ling looked up at the snowy sky that was as fuzzy as ever, sighed and thought inwardly—
Chapter completed!