Having escaped the encirclement of the wolf pack, Lu Zixun landed with Zhen Zhuoxiu in tow, who then sat in the snow to catch his breath.
The Night Evil Sword was too fast, and he felt a bit dizzy.
"Where's the Compass?"
Looking down at Zhen Zhuoxiu, Lu Zixun asked aloud.
Lu Zixun was quite interested in the so-called Ancient City, especially since the Frost Core was also inside.
Handing over the Compass to Lu Zixun, Zhen Zhuoxiu's breathing had steadied: "There are Guardians around the Ancient City. To get in, it's not enough to just locate it with the Compass, you have to find a communication pass."
Intentionally raising the difficulty?
Lu Zixun's gaze fell on Zhen Zhuoxiu as he began to ponder the truth of those words.
Feeling nervous under Lu Zixun's scrutiny, Zhen Zhuoxiu quickly said, "Lord Xun, what I'm saying is the truth. The pass isn't hard to find—it's on the Snow Witches around the Ancient City. Kill them, and you'll find it."
