Shi Lang and Hou Bing followed the spear spirit to the center of the Northern Continent. The place was covered with maple leaves and white snow capped mountains. The overall temperature of the landmass was colder than the rest of the continents.
The two of them stood on top of the mountain and a calm voice sounded from the depths of the cavern before them. "Scavenger King, is that really you?"
The Terran chuckled and said, "Prince Beiming, who else do you owe wine to?"
A lanky old figure trotted out of the cave holding a wooden staff. Shi Lang looked at the person, and sighed. He said, "What is going on with you? Why is the aura of death lingering around you so frantically?"
The man smiled and replied, "Why? Did you really think that reaching the realm of a saint would be the peak of it all? I have been stuck in this realm for the past thousand years, and I cannot figure out any way to walk ahead."
