Soon, the alchemists at White Cloud Pharmacy received a message from the Inner Sect and hurried over for deliberations.
For a force like White Cloud Cave Mansion, it was impossible to summon all the late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivators—some were deliberately kept behind.
Lu Chang'sheng's level wasn't sufficient, so he couldn't participate in this matter. He could only wait quietly.
But after several days, there was still no news. He only heard that a team composed of several late-stage and more than a dozen mid-stage Qi Cultivation cultivators planned to wait until the cold, frigid winds subsided before venturing to the wilderness where Purple Ice Lake was located to investigate.
This year's New Year felt a bit lonely; there were far fewer people on the streets.
Lu Chang'sheng sat in his room, several braziers burning beside him. Even though the warmth was limited, it always gave some comfort to the heart.
Xu Zhuqing and Qin Wan entered, then sat down by the stove.
