Early morning, Ren Feifan on the ship slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes.
He glanced at Lin Langtian, who was frozen solid but showed almost no sign of death, which was a good thing. Unfortunately, the surrounding ice had melted quite a bit, estimating Lin Langtian had less than two days left.
Time is running out for him.
But where could one find everlasting ice?
Feng Qingyang did not tell him a specific place, only saying that in the mundane world it's rare, but easier to find in the Hidden Gate.
Does he have to go to the Hidden Gate now?
But even if he goes to the Hidden Gate now, considering the travel time, he probably has only one day at most.
Ren Feifan finally felt the difficulty of the situation.
He stood up, steering the ship towards Wang Zhen's white ship.
Soon, the two ships were side by side, and Wang Zhen and Zhao Jingshi, hearing the commotion, came out one after another. Seeing Ren Feifan in high spirits, their faces lit up with joy.
