Nordic, Midgard World.
Celebrian looked out at the vast expanse of snowfield before her and couldn't help but cast a strange glance at a certain guide ahead:
"Do you really know the way?"
"Midgard, I'm super familiar with it!"
"But, you've had us going around in circles for two days..."
Feeling the resentment from Celebrian, Luo En couldn't help but feel somewhat embarrassed.
Due to a sleep that lasted for centuries, the once accurate Magic Coordinates had long since been rendered obsolete with the passage of time, leading to severe discrepancies in teleportation. He had no choice but to reconfirm the route back to Heather Island.
Initially, Luo En was full of confidence, claiming he could find the right direction even with his eyes closed.
