A thousand peaks wrapped in snow, ten thousand mountains covered in silver.
Under the winter sun, the endless mountain forest was a dazzling silvery white as far as the eye could see. The scenery was exceptionally magnificent and magnificent.
"Father, the scenery here is so beautiful …"
Feng Ling took off her blindfold and looked at the snowy mountains, feeling carefree and happy. Her face, which was red from the cold, could not help but smile.
The middle-aged man beside her nodded slightly, and he lovingly helped Feng Ling to tighten her leather hat. "Be careful, it will be troublesome if you freeze here."
This man was handsome, his expression was cold, and he exuded a majestic aura. He stood there with his back ramrod straight. As he looked around, he exuded a dignified aura that seemed like he was giving orders.
But when he looked at Feng Ling, his eyes were gentle, and he seemed to dote on this daughter of his. This man was the leader of the Cyclone Division, Feng Peng.
Feng Peng pointed to a majestic mountain in front of him, and said to Feng Ling, "Do you see that, that is the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge."
Feng Peng's tone became more solemn when he spoke of the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge.
When he was young, he met with danger while hunting here, and if not for a beauty from the Crane race who saved him, he would have died here.
But that beauty also warned him that the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge was very dangerous, and it was a forbidden area for the human race, and she asked him to leave immediately.
Although Feng Peng admired the beauty of the Crane race, he knew that the gap between them was too big, and they were of different races, so it was impossible for them to be together.
After returning, he worked hard and finally became a rank 4 warrior, and took over the Cyclone Division.
30 years had passed, but the appearance of that beauty from the Crane race was still deeply imprinted in his mind.
Every time he thought about it, Feng Peng would feel a little regretful. Back then, if he was a rank 4 warrior, he might have had a chance to get close to that beauty.
But now, it was to find his son. He did not know if he could see that beauty again, and she must have aged.
Feng Peng recalled the past, and it was hard for him to control his thoughts.
Feng Kuang, who was at the side, was worried about Feng Peng, and said loudly, "Big Brother, don't worry. How powerful can the beasts on the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge be? We just have to go deeper, and we will not rest until we find Feng Yang and Feng Zhen. "
Feng Kuang's appearance was rough, his hair was messy, and his body was majestic. The people around him were all wearing thick leather robes and cotton-padded clothes. Only he was wearing a thin outer coat with a half-body heavy armor on the outside. He held a long saber in his hand and looked exceptionally swift and fierce.
Wind Roc frowned slightly. "Everyone has tacitly agreed that the main peak of Black Dragon Ridge is the border. You must be careful when you act here. You must not act recklessly. "
Pausing for a moment, he continued, "I know you're worried about Feng Zhen and the others, but they've already been missing for three months. There's no point in worrying, it'll only ruin things."
Feng Kuang lowered his head, "Big Brother, don't worry. I know what to do."
Feng Peng also sighed lightly. This time, almost all the experts of their Storm Division had been mobilized. If there were any more mishaps, the Gale Division would be finished.
But he had no choice but to come!
Feng Yang was not a big deal, but Feng Yuan, Feng Zhen, and the rest, a total of five Type 3 experts, and over twenty elites. They were the backbone of the Storm Division.
With so many people gone, the operations of the Storm Division were in trouble.
Moreover, whether he was dead or alive, he had to give the others an explanation.
This was related to the legend of the Divine Soldier.
No matter what, he had to get to the bottom of the matter.
But there were too many things to do in the Storm Division, and the Tielin Sect was far away. Feng Peng waited for two months.
Until the snow sealed the mountains. All the tribes were inactive, and the demon beasts hid in their nests for the winter. That was why he dared to lead all the experts of the tribe deep into the mountains of the Eastern Wilderness.
Because of the snow, the marks left by Feng Yuan and the others were hard to find.
The group of people wandered in the mountains for more than ten days before they found the main peak of Black Dragon Ridge.
"Everyone, hurry up. We have to reach the main peak of Black Dragon Ridge before dark."
Feng Peng turned his head to the people behind him and gave an order. Then he said to the elder on the other side, "Elder Sang, can you hold on?"
Elder Sang was wearing a thick leather robe. His body was hunched, and he was panting heavily. If it weren't for the ebony staff and Yue Qingxue holding him up, he would have been buried in the snow.
"I'll try my best."
Elder Sang smiled bitterly. He didn't want to follow, but he was held hostage by a group of experts. He couldn't slow down even if he wanted to.
Feng Peng said to Yue Qingxue, "How is Miss Yue?"
"She's fine."
Yue Qingxue didn't look at Feng Peng when she spoke. Her attitude was extremely indifferent.
She was also wearing a black robe, and a large hood covered most of her face. However, she was tall and slender. Even though she was wearing thick clothes, her slender figure could still be vaguely seen.
Over the past few months, her temperament had become more and more cold and deep, ethereal and unpredictable. She wasn't strong, but no one dared to humiliate her.
Feng Peng took a deep look at Yue Qingxue. He didn't show any emotion on his face. He said indifferently, "It's cold in the mountains, and there are many demon beasts. If there's anything wrong, say it early to avoid trouble."
Yue Qingxue didn't say a word, as if she didn't hear him. It wasn't that she was deliberately targeting Feng Peng, but she had always been like this.
Elder Sang coughed and hurriedly said, "Rest assured, Elder Feng. We won't make any mistakes."
Feng Ling was a little unhappy. Yue Qingxue was just a little mage, but she was so arrogant and rude to her father.
She had been holding it in for more than ten days. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and said, "Miss Yue's attitude is so cold. Do you have something against us?"
"Yes." Yue Qingxue raised her head and looked at Feng Ling. Her answer was simple and straightforward.
Yue Qingxue's answer was too fast and too tough. It was beyond Feng Ling's expectation. She didn't know what to say for a moment.
Her bright eyes turned, and her little face was a little embarrassed. Her little hand was already holding the hilt of her sword.
Although Feng Ling was a girl, she had a fiery and direct personality. She felt that she couldn't win against the other party, so she wanted to use force.
"Ling 'er."
Feng Peng looked at Feng Ling reproachfully. It was a little embarrassing for such a big girl to be so wild.
"Father, she's so rude and arrogant. You can't let her be," Feng Ling complained, feeling wronged.
"The guest is being unreasonable. It's the host's fault."
Feng Peng naturally wouldn't be calculative with Yue Qingxue. It was normal for a little girl to be angry. The fact that she could say it proved that she wasn't a scheming person.
But Feng Peng wouldn't explain anything to a little girl. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go."
Elder Sang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Feng Peng had some tolerance. It would be troublesome if he had a falling out just now.
Xiaoyue had a powerful background. If something were to happen, not only the Windstorm Division, but even the ten divisions of the Eastern Wilderness would be in trouble.
Elder Sang hesitated and didn't remind Feng Peng. Instead, he told Xiaoyue, "Be careful with your words and actions."
Xiaoyue didn't say anything. Although Elder Sang had many problems, he had raised her for 10 years. She wouldn't argue with him.
The group of more than 20 people from the Windstorm Division wrapped Yue Qingxue and Elder Sang in the middle. They braved the cold wind and headed west.
Among the group, only Elder Sang was old and weak, and he needed help. The others were all agile and had great strength.
Even Yue Qingxue had strength to spare. She didn't show any signs of fatigue.
Feng Ling had always been curious about this. She couldn't bear to travel like this.
Yue Qingxue was a mage. How could she be more powerful than her? Because of this, Feng Ling wanted to try and see what Yue Qingxue was capable of.
Unfortunately, she was stopped by her father.
Feng Ling didn't want to give up. She followed behind Yue Qingxue and observed her. But she didn't find anything special.
Feng Peng smiled at his daughter's little tricks and didn't care.
Yue Qingxue's body looked thin and weak, but her Primordial Qi had already reached the second level. She should be cultivating both magic and martial arts.
Generally speaking, mages would cultivate some physical techniques to strengthen their bodies.
Mages like Yue Qingxue were not rare. But she was so young, and it was not easy for her to have such achievements.
Feng Peng had thought it through. Such a genius couldn't stay in the Tielin Sect. After everything was done, he would bring Yue Qingxue back to the Windstorm Division.
His second son was very talented and lacked a suitable girl to be his wife.
Feng Peng believed that a smart person like Yue Qingxue would listen to him.
As for Elder Sang, Feng Peng completely ignored him because of his incompetence.
The snow in the mountains was thick, and there were no roads. The group walked until it was dark, but they still hadn't reached the main peak of the Black Dragon Ridge.
They found a mountain wall that was sheltered from the wind, put down their luggage, ate some rations, and rested for the night.
There were dangers everywhere in the Eastern Wilderness Mountains. Even the delicate Feng Ling wouldn't say much.
At dawn, they had a simple meal and continued on their way.
"There's a mark left by Feng Yang here."
A guard pointed at a big tree and shouted.
Everyone was overjoyed. They surrounded the tree and saw the deep mark.
It wasn't luck that they could find this mark. Instead, they easily found a specific target according to the communication method of the tribe.
Feng Peng took a look and frowned. "This mark has been here for a few months."
With his eyesight, he could tell at a glance that it was an old mark.
But it was still good news. At least it proved that Feng Yang had been here before. Maybe the answer was in front of them.
Feng Peng didn't have much hope. There were so many experts. As long as they were not dead, they would have sent back news in three months. Most of the others also understood this.
So, everyone quickly calmed down. They set off again.
Following the direction indicated by the mark, the group walked for another ten or so miles before arriving at a gentle hillside.
"Look, smoke …"
The guard who was walking at the front shouted excitedly.
Under the noon sun, they could vaguely see a wisp of black smoke rising in front of them. When the cold wind blew, the black smoke quickly dissipated.
Everyone was surprised and happy. They stared at the wisp of black smoke, afraid that it was an illusion.
Wild beasts didn't know how to make fire, and neither did demonic beasts. In the snow-covered mountains, it was even more impossible for trees to spontaneously combust.
If there were no accidents, there must be people or barbarians in there.
No one was in a hurry to act. They all looked at Feng Peng.
Feng Peng pondered for a moment, then stretched out two fingers and pointed forward. Two guards immediately rushed forward, while the others kept a distance of a hundred steps and followed behind.
After walking for a while, Feng Peng at the back saw a figure in front of them busy around a large stone pot.
The steaming aroma from the pot could be smelled from far away.
The people who hadn't eaten hot food for a long time couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
"That's Feng Yang!"
Feng Peng, who had the sharpest eyes, was the first to recognize the busy figure. He couldn't help but be stunned.
"It's fourth brother?" Feng Ling also couldn't believe it. After a moment of daze, he suddenly shouted, "Fourth brother …"
The young girl's somewhat sharp voice pierced through the tranquility of the valley.
Feng Yang, who was busy stewing meat, suddenly turned around when he heard the voice. Only then did he see Feng Peng and the others.
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