At the foot of the Kazillion Mountains, four men were hurriedly forging ahead with a woman whose face was covered by a black cloth. Upon arriving before a huge boulder, they came to a stop.
After scrutinizing their surroundings, one of them stepped forward and chanted something. On the heels of that, visible ripples manifested in mid-air, followed by a pitch-black space-time rift materializing.
Seeing that, they swiftly walked into the rift with the woman. Thereafter, the rift closed.
Soon, the scenery before them changed. The initial environment with lush trees had turned into a snowscape then. Fortunately, all four of them were Martial Arts Marquises, so the cold didn’t affect them much.
Lifting their heads, they cast their gazes ahead, only to see a magnificent palace a stone’s throw away. Under the reflection of the white snow, it appeared incredibly grand and majestic.
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