CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 395: VOLUNTARILY DELIVERED

Although curious about who was targeting them, the two of them didn’t follow the footprints.

Instead, they were having a snowball fight at the foot of the mountain.

Both had extremely dull childhoods, lacking in joy. Now, having met someone on the same wavelength, they had to make up for the lost happiness.

The snowball was cold, held tightly in Xia Mian’s hand, and then precisely thrown at Lu Zechuan’s head.

Lu Zechuan, being agile, quickly dodged.

Back and forth they went, having a blast playing.

Laughter echoed endlessly at the foot of the mountain, resonating in the open area.

In the room next to theirs at the guesthouse, someone stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan playing in the snow.

Her gaze was complex and inscrutable, filled with nostalgia and hatred.

Once, she had also raised an innocent child.

But later, her child was killed by Xia Mian.

Her eyes deepened as she looked towards the top of the snowy mountain.

There was a black dot there, like an eagle swooping down from the sky.

After following that woman to the Mystical World, she had opened the door to a new world.

The woman, who was once mysterious in her eyes, gradually lost that layer of mystery.

She met new people and things.

In those silent days, she learned about Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan’s identities.

The daughter of the Divine Clan and the Young Master of the Wood Clan!

Those identities were truly prestigious!

Even if she exhausted her entire life, she probably couldn’t fight against these two.

But these two had killed the two people she cared about the most!

She had thought of giving up hatred and living her life quietly like a mouse.

But in her dreams, her husband and daughter always haunted her, making her restless.

She was immersed in the sadness of reminiscing about her husband and daughter every day, in unbearable pain.

By chance, she met a man.

A man who, like her, hated the Divine Clan deeply.

Unlike her, this man had mastered the Xuanmen Technique, his cultivation level far surpassing that of Gu Xiang.

In this man, she saw hope for revenge once again.

So, she served him diligently, attending to his needs, eventually convincing him to agree to avenge her.

At the foot of the mountain, Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan were deeply absorbed in their snowball fight, their figures darting gracefully like swallows in the snow.

On the mountaintop, the black dot, like an eagle, stood resolutely against the mountain wind.

He raised his hands as if praying to the gods, wearing a thick robe that flapped loudly in the wind.

As his prayer ritual concluded, the sky suddenly turned gloomy, dark clouds converged, and a cold wind swept in with large snowflakes.

The sky suddenly darkened, and Xia Mian and Lu Zechuan paused their playful fight at the mountain’s base.

The two of them gathered together, looking up towards the mountaintop.

That black figure on the summit appeared magnified a thousandfold in their eyes.

Xia Mian squinted and glanced at Lu Zechuan, "This person, I haven’t seen before."

Lu Zechuan also looked puzzled, "I haven’t seen him either."

Despite their words, they couldn’t help but share a smile.

There were many people they hadn’t met, many enemies they hadn’t seen, yet people always seemed hostile towards them right after appearing.

"He’s from the Mystical World," Xia Mian whispered.

Lu Zechuan nodded lightly, "Hmm."

He mentioned that before they set off, they had checked the weather forecast, and it didn’t predict such extreme conditions.

Yet now, heavy snow was falling out of nowhere.

A member of the Snow Clan?

Lu Zechuan furrowed his brows, recalling that his cheap grandfather had said the Snow Clan was long extinct.

As for the Snow Nun, the ancient ancestor of the Snow Clan, they had already dealt with her last time, so how could another member of the Snow Clan have emerged?

"Let’s see what tricks he has up his sleeve," Xia Mian remained calm.

No matter who the person was, they would deal with it as it came.

"Hmm?" From within Lu Zechuan, the Wood Clan Leader expressed surprise, "How odd, why are all these old folks reappearing one by one?"

Lu Zechuan’s mind stirred slightly, "What old folks?"

The Wood Clan Leader spoke softly, "The old monster of the Snow Clan. I always thought he was dead."

Xia Mian squinted, so it really was the Snow Clan?

Then this guy was here to seek revenge on them.

Xia Mian raised her hand to her forehead, "Next time we return to the Mystical World, have my grandfather sort out all the sects!"

She didn’t want just anyone coming to trouble her.

This clearly indicated that they held no regard for the Divine Clan!

Hearing Xia Mian’s words, the Wood Clan Leader couldn’t help but laugh softly, "It won’t work."

Although called the Hundred Families, there were many reclusive families among the Mystical Sects.

In the past, when the Divine Clan was dominant, they offended many people, and not everyone accepted the Divine Clan’s authority.

Some sects, like the Divine Clan, had long-standing legacies and complicated histories with the Divine Clan.

Like the Snow Clan.

Before the Snow Clan’s decline, it was among the top of the Mystical Sects.

After the Divine Clan’s rise, the Snow Clan encountered something unforeseen, as if their entire clan had suddenly vanished from the world.

At that time, the Wood Clan was also facing problems, so they didn’t pay much attention to the Snow Clan, only knowing it seemed wiped out.

When the Wood Clan Leader finally saw members of the Snow Clan again, it was in the current world.

"I think you can ask your grandfather if he was the one who destroyed the Snow Clan back then..." The Wood Clan Leader’s voice carried a hint of conjecture.

If that old fellow Xia Liang had exterminated their clan, then their animosity towards the Divine Clan was understandable.

Xia Mian pursed her lips, chuckling lightly, "So what if he did? Our Divine Clan has our reasons for everything we do. Even if my grandfather wiped out their clan, it must have been their fault!"

Xia Mian was not one to get close to people easily, but once she accepted someone, she would wholeheartedly defend them.

As soon as Xia Mian’s words fell, the snow on the mountain suddenly seemed violently disturbed, surging down like a roaring white ocean.

Xia Mian lightly furrowed her brow, "An avalanche?"

Or was it man-made?

Lu Zechuan squinted his eyes, gazing deeply at the black dot on the mountaintop.

The black dot appeared to stand on the wave of snow, growing larger as it approached the base of the mountain.

The man had a thick beard, deep-set eyes, and wore a sheepskin coat, rough and tribal-looking.

The man was tall and burly, yet he could stand lightly atop the snow wave.

Lu Zechuan exchanged a glance with Xia Mian, "Is he delivering himself to us?"