Wang Jang’s Demise

Wang Jang's vision blurred and when his eyes became clear, he realized he was no longer near Wang Clan's building.

Instead, he was now in a cold environment where everywhere is simply snow around with zero sign of people.

"Where am I?" Wang Jang mumbled softly as he tried to use his spiritual perception around him.

Alas, it was futile as the spiritual perception scan only showed him snows everywhere and nothing else.

"Damn it, that vile woman has tricked me hard." Wang Jang cursed loudly as he blamed everything on Yan Meixu.

"If that whore had just shown her cultivation base from the start then I wouldn't have lusted after her." Wang Jang kicked the snow lightly as he started to glide around the air.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, and days soon turned into years.

Wang Jang had struggled in this snow environment for more than 3 years yet he still hadn't found a way out of here.