Chilling wind battered ceaselessly on the convoy of the Zhang Clan.

It was already in the midst of winter. While it was not as chilling as the usual weather at the Glacier Plain Court, most of the mountains were already cloaked with a thick layer of snow. Placed along with the white clouds in the air, it formed a mystical scenery of beauty.

Zhang Xuan stood in the room at the back of the aerial saint beast, frowning. Unable to hold back his curiosity anymore, he turned to the Xingmeng Sword Saints and asked, "What's the reason behind the engagement between the Zhang Clan and the Luo Clan? Since I'm the clan head now, I should know of it as well, right?"

Initially, Zhang Xuan had thought that his parents' impatience had stemmed from wanting to see him settle down, but after flying for some time, he could not help but feel that something was amiss.

Of the items carried by the forty aerial saint beasts, there were pills, artifacts, secret manuals, beast skin, inner cores… There was ba