Base camp

Lin Piaoxue was stunned for a moment before saying, "When I was born, it happened to be snowing, so my grandfather gave me this name."

A chill rose in Ling Han's heart, and he thought that although Lin Luo was a Seventh Tier Heavenly Venerate, the latter's naming sense was comparable to his own, which was similarly haphazard.

"I'm going back to the Realm Battlefield as well. Let me know when you're done packing up, I'll take you there," Lin Piaoxue continued.

Ling Han nodded, and went to see the Empress and the Rain Emperor.

After so many years had passed, the two of them had also advanced to the peak of the Eighth Heaven, and they could no longer progress to the next step based on hard work alone. Therefore, even if Ling Han hadn't come, they would've gone to find Ling Han at the martial academy.

"Let's go to the Realm Battlefield!" The two made the same decision very quickly.