"Sir, do we keep moving?" the cultivator behind him asked.
Lucian said nothing for a moment. Then he gave a nod. "Keep moving. The High Sovereign said it himself. Alive, we find the person. Dead, we find the corpse."
The group moved again, surging toward the ice gorge. Lucian stayed at the very front.
The instant he stepped into the gorge, his stride hitched. That warning rose in him again.
This place isn't right...
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