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Icefield Mountain Range at noon.
Even in early spring, the cold wind still cuts like a knife, relentlessly lashing at the face.
Occasionally, snowflakes flutter down, making one feel as if it's still winter here.
"The distance from here to Ice Breath Hills is only four or five mountains apart, why is there such a big temperature difference?"
Luo De looked at the snowflakes falling on his cloak and couldn't help but ask, "Even in the Northern Wilderness, this isn't normal, right?"
"You are right, my lord."
Kael explained, "When I was young, the elders of the tribe told us stories about the Icefield Mountain Range, where the Frost Goddess and the evil Five-Colored Dragon White Dragon had a great battle.
That battle froze the entire desert, all life fell, the Frost Goddess and the White Dragon were severely injured, and the divine blood and power they left behind remain here eternally."
"So powerful?"
