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A short while after the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed,
Yibai and Protector Saint Zhenjun arrived at the edge of Qinghai one after the other.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The ceaseless howling of the wind resounded, and from afar, one could see the storm sweeping by, blocking any outsiders from entering.
Yibai tread upon a cloud, feeling the might of the storm ahead of him and looking at his own clothing flapping noisily in the wind; he truly felt the storm's immense power.
Even he felt a trace of threat within it.
The climate of Qinghai was even more severe than the snowy weather within Hanshan Valley's cave heaven.
Upon realizing this, Yibai was actually quite pleased.
If it's more powerful than Hanshan Valley's cave heaven, then surely it harbors Yinglong's Dragon Ball or Yinglong's Wings.
"Grand Marshal, such degree of stormy weather should not have any effect on us, perhaps we could forcefully make our way through it?"