I do not know how long it had been, when a long sigh from a man echoed from deep within the ice wall.
"Fellow Daoist Han! You are not cultivating and nurturing yourself at Motuo Mountain. What brings you to my Ice Soul Valley? I do not recall inviting Brother Han here."
"Do you think I wanted to come here? It's all because of the matter at Kunwu Mountain." The grey-robed elder snorted with his nose, seemingly discontent as well.
"Kunwu Mountain! Wasn't this issue already handed over to the disciples under our charge? Why bother yourself further?" The person within the ice wall responded, neither joyous nor sorrowful.
"If only it were that simple. Why else would I travel here from Motuo Mountain? You might not know yet, but it seems like Old Eccentric Xiang ran into trouble at Kunwu Mountain." The grey-robed elder said grimly.
