Legend of Dragon Son-in-law-Chapter 1314: Encounter

Julius Reed was unaware of the incident where the royal lineage forced Ellison Yarrow, the Sect Leader of the Shu Mountain, to commit suicide.

He was preoccupied with eradicating Deep Cold, helping establish formidable enemies for The North Sea.

In fact, the royal lineage was shrouded in mystery.

Even within Seven Veins, few people knew of the royal lineage’s affairs.

Moreover, the prestigious sect of Shu Mountain, being coerced into eliminating their own Sect Leader, was a matter of disgrace.

Shu Mountain would not speak of it, and the royal lineage had even less reason to do so.

Was the extermination of a Shu Mountain something to boast about?

The Gate of Heaven and Earth in the past was far more glorious than today’s Shu Mountain.

"Mad Dragon, it’s really cold today!"

Templeton Lena, sitting in a luxury SUV, looked at the vast expanse of snow outside and shivered uncontrollably: "The further north we go, the colder it’s likely to get."

Early summer, and yet the air conditioning was on.

The inside of the vehicle was warm, but everyone could distinctly feel the icy chill from the outside.

Traveling all the way from the southern regions, they first experienced the warmth of spring, followed by desolate landscapes.

And then, an expanse of snow.

Seeing the snow, they knew that the Deep Cold headquarters castle was not far away.

"The cold is normal, if it weren’t cold, how could Deep Cold have lived in peace for so many years? It’s precisely the desolate Northern Border, covered in snow. The natural geographic location has made them the new Boss after the fall of the Seven Clouds Academy."

Julius Reed looked out the window, in a good mood.

The sunlight reflected off the snowflakes, producing a dazzling array of colors.

Everywhere the eyes could see, there was a vast expanse of desolation.

"We should not be far from the Deep Cold headquarters castle, should we?"

He leaned back in the rear seat and asked aloud.

"About four hundred kilometers left, with our current pace, we should arrive by nightfall," Venassa Pine said from the passenger seat.

She was holding a laptop, continuously gathering information.

"Very few have been to the Deep Cold headquarters fortress, and it’s deserted for hundreds of kilometers around. Most of that information you’re looking at is fake," Julius Reed glanced over and saw what Venassa Pine was reading, so he spoke up to warn her.

Such a remote location would be impossible for outsiders to visit.

Deep Cold, as an assassination organization, was extremely vigilant. The vast whiteness around would undoubtedly spell instant death for anyone daring to approach.

"Mad Dragon, there’s someone there."

While the vehicle was moving, Venassa Pine pointed towards a distant dark shadow.

It was quite normal to see people.

But appearing here was extremely abnormal.

A no-man’s land, frost and snow were everywhere.

Even if one had a vehicle, it was still perilously risky, and there was always the possibility of being trapped and dying in this place.

Yet amidst the endless white, there was a black speck.

"Stop the car," Julius Reed instructed Gabriel Abernathy, and then he pushed open the door and stepped onto the snowy ground.

Gabriel Abernathy, in the back seat, quickly hugged himself tightly as the sudden cold wind made him shiver.

The leading SUV had just stopped, and the The North Sea convoy immediately followed suit.

"What’s happening?"

Someone asked via the walkie-talkie.

"It’s nothing, the Son-in-law just went down to clear his mind, everyone else wait here," Gabriel Abernathy picked up the walkie-talkie and explained to The North Sea soldiers behind him.

Thankfully there was air conditioning.

Otherwise, they would all have frozen to death here.

The North Sea, despite the ’north’ in its name, was located not far from the equator.

Northwards, facing the sea.

Hence it was called The North Sea.

Even Star City had distinct seasons.

Ordinary people could not endure such bone-chilling weather.

On the snow-covered expanse.

Julius Reed trudged through the thick snow, leaving deep footprints with every step.

This place, long forsaken by humans, was incredibly soft with snow.

Ordinary people would probably be buried up to their waists.

But Julius Reed was light on his feet, able to glide on water; thus, walking on snow was hardly an issue for him.

The figure was getting closer.

After walking more than seven hundred meters, Julius Reed finally discerned the landscape ahead.

It was a lake!

An expanse of water, sealed by ice.

Had it not been for the old man clearing a patch of snow and sitting on it to fish, it would hardly be noticeable as a lake.

Perennial subzero weather guaranteed that the lake would be frozen solid.

The ground, covered in layer upon layer of white snow, made it impossible to realize that one was walking on a lake.

Above the lake, an old man dressed in a black robe sat cross-legged on the ice.

In the vast expanse of snow, his dark clothes were especially striking.

No wonder Venassa Pine noticed him at first glance.

The old man stood out like a drop of ink on white paper, exceptionally eye-catching.

"Old sir, are you fishing?" Julius Reed trudged through the snow, making a series of sounds.

"Fishing is boring; fishing for people is interesting," the old man said indifferently, his back turned to him.

Julius Reed advanced again, now less than five meters from the old man.

He was very familiar with the black robe worn by the old man.

It seemed to be...

Ishmael Will once wore such clothes.

Micah.

There were two factions.

Micah Will, and Graham Will.

Whether the figure before him was friend or foe, Julius Reed was unclear.

At this moment.

The old man held a fishing rod in his hand, with an almost invisible line extending from the tip into the hole in the ice.

"I’m quite curious whether there’s water beneath this," Julius Reed asked.

Anyone who could come here must be extraordinary.

Ishmael Will was strong, but the old man before him seemed even stronger.

"There might be, you could come over and see for yourself," the old man turned around, revealing an aged face, "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss, would the Dragon King dare to try?"

"You know who I am," Julius Reed spoke calmly.

"With a thousand miles encased in ice, if I didn’t know who you were, why would I sit here fishing?" The old man stood up, suddenly jerking his fishing rod!

Whoosh!

The incredibly sharp fishing line flew straight towards Julius Reed!

If an ordinary person were hit by this line, it would surely slice right through them.

Leap!

Julius Reed leaped into the air and furiously drew the Sword of Hell!

Crack!

Engulfed by black smoke, the moment it touched the fishing line, it cut the line apart.

"The Sword of Hell?"

The old man’s brow furrowed slightly, then he smiled and said, "Impressive, Saint Lord, to be able to obtain the Sealing Pulse artifact!"

"You recognize this?"

Julius Reed sheathed the bone sword and quietly regarded the old man.

He was not surprised.

The old man’s capabilities, even among the Seven Veins, were top-tier.

He would definitely know some of the secrets of the Seven Veins.

"Correct! The Sealing Pulse no longer has a Vein Holder, the appearance of the Sword of Hell indeed surprises me," the old man nodded, and bowed with his hands together, "Graham Will, has seen the Saint Lord!"

Upon finishing, he knelt with both knees, showing no hostility.

"Are you a man of Graham Will?"

Julius Reed did not believe it.

He would not trust the old man, nor would he trust anyone else.

"Ishmael Will has already explained to me," the old man lifted his head and said, "Please forgive my earlier presumptuousness, Saint Lord. It’s because the object hidden within the Ice Cave is of utmost importance, and if you are not capable, then I shall keep it safe for the time being."

"What is it?" Julius Reed asked coldly.

He neither confirmed nor denied his relationship with Graham Will.

"You’ll recognize it as soon as you see it," the old man picked up the fishing rod and walked back to the front of the Ice Cave.

He lifted the fishhook and lowered the line little by little into the hole.

A moment later, he gave a sharp tug!

Whoosh!

A small black object appeared on the hook.

"Please have a look, Saint Lord!"

The old man flicked the fishing rod, and the object fell off.

Tap!

Julius Reed caught it in the air, gripping it in his hand.

When his gaze fell upon the object in his hands, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

Slightly surprised, he muttered, "The Divine Dragon Tripod?"