Durman stopped moving and fell silent. Jiang Ren-Wei felt that something was off, and he walked toward Durman. Durman was standing still as if he had been hypnotized, with his eyes out of focus.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Jiang Ren-Wei asked, shaking Durman’s shoulder, but Durman just remained in the same state.

Suddenly, a bright light shone out of the plate the name of the ruin was written on. Jiang Ren-Wei covered his eyes with his left hand, nearly blinded by the light; suddenly, Durman ran toward the ruin, huffing and puffing.

“Hey! Where are you going?!” Jiang Ren-Wei shouted, trying to pursue Durman. However, Durman easily pushed open the gigantic door of the icy ruin, then ran into it.

Jiang Ren-Wei hesitated for a moment, thinking, ‘Do I go in…?’ He could not shake off the uneasy feeling creeping up on him, but he shook his head and made a decision. He entered the Winterkill Ruin, as he could not abandon his clan member.

The interior of the ruin was white all over; it was filled...