Suddenly, a snow wolf sprinted towards Wilbur. He swung his thunder cleaver, creating a wave of de energy. However, a branch swung down and knocked Wilbur away. The snow wolves did not surround Wilbur anymore. They looked at Wilbur with fear in their eyes.


    Then, the snow wolves quickly fled back into the forest. Wilbur struggled to get up. That smack made his hands numb. He asked through a clenched jaw, "What are you doing?"


    Suddenly, the cultivator appeared from within the forest. He was wearing ck robes and had white hair. Despite him appearing to walk slowly, his speed was fast. The dark figure was in front of Wilbur in the blink of an eye.


    He took out a white bottle from his sleeve and passed it to Wilbur, saying, "Here you go. This is medicine. It can help you heal rapidly. Sorry for being rude just now."


    Wilbur opened the bottle and used the medicine. He asked, "You look like a Dashan. What are you doing all the way here in Siward? This ce is freezing. Can you endure the cold?"


    The cultivator replied, "Honestly, it''s contrary to what you imagined. I like it here. My people saw me as a bad omen back then. They exiled me and tied my feet with rocks. They threw me in the river, and it almost killed me. I would''ve been dead a long time ago if it wasn''t for Mister Fremont. Now, I''m a cultivator. This ce is cold, but the spiritual energy in me protects me from the weather, so it doesn''t bother me. On the contrary, I enjoy the serenity. I''m d I found a ce like this."


    Wilbur asked, "So, about the battle, who won?"


    He replied, "You did. I didn''t expect you to be shielded by someone from the middle dimension. The power of the universe''sws on youes from the middle dimension. My snow wolves are no match against the power of destruction. It proves that you''re worthy of knowing Fremont. I just dispelled the barrier, and you may now pass."


    "Thanks. Oh yeah, I forgot to ask. What is your name, and why does the forest listen to yourmands?"


    "You don''t need to know my name. I won''t tell you even if you asked. This ends between us, I won''t see you ever again. Leave."


    Then, the cultivator quickly left and vanished into the forest. Wilbur felt helpless, but all cultivators had their own quirks. He could not force them to change their minds if they did not want to see him again. He could only take out hispass and headed towards Brant.


    It took Wilbur twenty minutes to walk out of the primal forest after the barrier was dispelled. Then, he continued to walk on for miles. He saw ake that was like a huge mirror on the ground. The river was frozen, and there were snowkes in the cold wind. Wilbur instinctually lowered his head.


    Wilbur looked around when he arrived at a precipice some distance from Lake Brant. He discovered a small cabin a mile away, and there was someone sitting on the ice surface when he looked around. The person dug a hole in the ice and was fishing leisurely.


    The only person who appeared on the outskirts of an icy remote area must be the old gentleman who spoke to Wilbur. Therefore, Wilbur rushed towards theke without hesitation. He ran towards the old man.


    "Sir, I''m here."


    "So, you''vee."


    The old man calmly nced at Wilbur as if he was not impressed. Wilbur was taken aback for two seconds and said, "Since I''m here, can you tell me about the eighth cauldron, sir?"


    The old man did not reply to Wilbur''s question. Instead, he said, "A lot of people wanted the eighth cauldron like you. Moreover, most of them lost their lives. If the eighth cauldron was that easy to obtain, do you think Fremont would let us wait for you here?"