The mages of Qiandao Temple had stood guard at the border pass for three full days, and they had laid out formations at several mountain entrances into the boundary. If anyone from Ghoul Ravine set foot in the area, they would immediately be aware of it.
However, for three successive days, they didn't even encounter a ghost shadow.
The mages of Qiandao Temple, usually stationed in Zheng Capital and its major districts and counties, had never been to such a cold northern region. By now, having waited for three days, they had grown disheartened. Only Master Ling Yi remained calm, gazing at the vast expanse of white snow.
He was convinced that the person was within this icy snow; he could feel it.
