The extreme cold and comfortable warmth intertwined in his body, causing him to sigh in pain and joy.

Zhang Yuancheng suddenly realized something and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Xiao Le, Niuniu!!"

As soon as he sat up, he saw two familiar figures rushing into his arms.

"Daddy, daddy, you finally woke up!"

Zhang Yuanchong touched his children's faces to make sure they were okay, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he looked around and realized that he was actually in a cave.

The warmth my body felt just now was a bonfire set up next to me.

But...but why is he here?

Is this still Tianwu Mountain?

If it was Tianwu Mountain, how could an ordinary bonfire burn?

He only remembers... he only remembers running in Tianwu Mountain, with the monks chasing after him.

There is only bone-chilling coldness between heaven and earth, and endless despair.

Then, when his son Xiaole couldn't hold on and fell, Zhang Yuanchong finally fell to the ground.

When she fell into the snow pit, he still held his daughter tightly.

He used his own body as a backing and let his daughter lie on top of him, so that he could at least get some warmth.

This posture is somewhat familiar.

By the way, Zhang Yuanchong remembered.

The two people he saved were stacked up and down like that.

The person below hugs the person above tightly, and then uses his body to provide warmth to the person holding him.

Then, Zhang Yuanchong completely lost consciousness.

He thought he was dead.

But why are you in this cave now?

Where's the cold? Where's the snow?

Are they all gone?

Hearing Zhang Yuanchong's murmur, the young man Xiao Le said: "Dad, it was an old man with a white beard who saved us."

Whitebeard...Grandpa?

Zhang Yuanchong opened his eyes slightly, showing an expression of disbelief.

At this time, the two people lying not far away also woke up.

The warmth of the bonfire melted the wind and snow on their faces.

The long and messy hair was pushed away, revealing two faces that were both familiar and unfamiliar to Zhang Yuanchong.

He was familiar with them because he had seen these two people several times in the images played by the Mirage Stone or the Photo Talisman.

Strange because he has never really been in contact with them.

They are both Immortal Kings, but their names are known to everyone in the Immortal Cultivation Continent.

He was just a casual cultivator, completely different from him.

"Master Hanye, Master Yingmei, you...why are you here?"

The two of them were taking out the elixir and swallowing it, and had no time to answer his words.

Han Ye first checked Ying Mei's injuries before looking at Zhang Yuanchong, "Thank you for saving us."

Zhang Yuanchong shook his head repeatedly, but then he couldn't help but feel frightened.

Han Ye and Ying Mei are the confidants of the Extreme Region Emperor Di Mingjue and two of the four leaders of the Imperial Guard.

A strong man in the Immortal King Realm.

Now he was injured like this and fled into Tianwu Mountain in embarrassment.

"Yes, did those monks hurt you just now?" Zhang Yuanchong couldn't help but ask, "Do they want to take the two adults to Di Beixuan in exchange for merit points?"

"Those losers want to hurt us." Han Ye sneered, and then groaned because the wound was affected, "They are those immortal-level puppets."

Previously, there was a battle between Emperor Ming Jue, Luo Yunxiao and Mo Qingshan in the Extreme Region.

They were ordered to go to the ancient battlefield to rescue Xiaoyaomen.

However, on the way, they were stopped by an army of puppets.
Chapter completed!