Zu An frowned. He recalled what they had just gone through and said, “That shouldn’t be the case, though. I always flew according to your instructions and didn’t go the wrong way.”

Yan Xuehen explained, “There was probably something wrong with that snowstorm. Apart from being extremely cold, it also has the ability to interfere with one’s sense of direction. We thought we were heading in one direction, but we were actually going in a different one.” She gave the corpse a look and continued, “When I came here before, this frozen body definitely wasn’t here.”

“You said that this was your martial uncle?” Zu An asked as he carefully inspected the body. The clothing of the one in the ice did indeed resemble the White Jade Sect’s style.

Yan Xuehen nodded and replied, “This is why I told you all of that earlier. My martial uncle went missing when I was rather young. At the time, he said that he was already nearing the end of his life, so he would be going to seek out his own opportunities. From then on, however, he never returned. I did not expect him to have lost his life here.”

Zu An thought to himself...