"Fairy Ma, didn't you say that this place is desolate and deserted, that no one bothers to visit? What is going on?"
Ma Xiaoqiu also looked astonished.
Several hundred li ahead of them, at the original target location of the icy mountain, black smoke hangs in the air, tainted with the aura of monsters. This indicates that a good many monsters have certainly made this place their year-long dwelling.
In front of the icy mountain, dozens of rays of light are seen flying towards the direction of the mountain at high speed.
Those streaks of light stopped just outside the domain of the dark demonic aura.
Both Ling Jingjing and True Person Qingming had grave expressions on their faces.
Ling Jingjing put away a probing Magical Instrument and said to her companion:
"Daoist Qingming, if I am not mistaken, that fish is hidden here."
A look of deep thought crossed the young face of True Person Qingming: