Jin Jun stood on a tall mountain. This mountain was the highest in his realm. It was surrounded by white snow. It was very beautiful, but of course, it was also very cold.
However, for cultivators, temperature was almost non-existent, so Jin Jun didn't feel cold at all. On the contrary, he stood there with a face of enjoyment, and even took a few deep breaths.
He liked the air here. It was much better than the air in the blood Realm of hell. Breathing the cold air in his lungs made him know that he was still alive. It was a great feeling.
"Do you think our plan will succeed? That Zhao Hai doesn't look weak." A voice suddenly rang out, but Jin Jun did not move at all, as if he had already expected the voice to come.