"Brother Fang."
Just then, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind. Fang Hong turned his head and, as expected, saw Xiao Yu running towards him quickly.
Xiao Yu had mentioned that within each space of the Dragon Palace, there were restrictions set by the Dragon God that prevented flying. If one attempted to fly, destructive heavenly thunder would descend, completely obliterating them, even Nascent Soul Cultivators were no exception.
"Hehe, it seems my luck isn't too bad. I was actually teleported to the same space as Brother Fang. It's much safer now." Xiao Yu ran lightly to Fang Hong, greeting him with a smile.
Although she hadn't known Fang Hong for very long, for some reason, an inexplicable sense of security always welled up whenever she saw him. Perhaps it was Fang Hong's strength that made her trust him so much.
"Hmm, this should be the Extreme Cold Space you mentioned earlier, right?" Fang Hong nodded, his gaze sweeping around as he asked.
