"Painful, painful!" Ma Hong Yun rubbed his forehead that had turned red, pouting as he got up from the floor.
"Eh! What is this place?" He discovered that the blizzard had vanished without a trace, he was surrounded by a spring-like warmth; it was not a world of ice and snow, instead it was a vast ancient forest.
Around him were gigantic ancient trees, hundreds of metres tall, so thick that even a dozen adults joining hands could not surround it.
The ancient trees were very tall, and their lush leaves covered the sky; rays of sunlight penetrated through the small gaps, forming a tranquil scene under the shade.
Compared to the outside world, this was practically a paradise.
"You are in the center of Eighty-Eight True Yang Building." A voice suddenly echoed within Ma Hong Yun and Hei Lou Lan's ears.
"Who is this?" Hei Lou Lan's pupils contracted.
Ma Hong Yun cried out in fear: "Ghost!"