Xiao Xian wanted to step forward to help, but Zhou Ziang stopped him with a gesture. The white Mao Da dog didn’t actually have any intention of harming anyone; it only gently held Zhou Ziang’s hand in its mouth and started pulling him outside.
The little girl saw the strange behavior of the big dog, firmly grabbed the thick fur on its neck, and pulled back, but despite her considerable effort, she could not budge the dog which was several tis her size.
A strange scene unfolded in the house. The big dog wanted to lead Zhou Ziang outside, while the little girl tried to pull the white Mao Da dog back inside, leaving Xiao Xian staring blankly, unsure of which side to support.
Just as things were at a stalemate, the continuously closed door was blown open by a fierce snow breeze, and a "snowman" walked in.
A genuine "snow" man, with white hair and white boots; if not for the heat lting the snow around his nose and eyes, Xiao Xian might have thought they were encountering a demon.
Seeing the newcor, the little girl, excited like a fledgling bird, suddenly dashed and plunged into the "snow" man’s arms with indescribable affection.
It seed the family’s adult had returned. Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang exchanged glances while the big dog also stopped pulling and started whimpering affectionately at the "snow" man.
"Ba Dong, Xiao Que, there are guests at ho, you should at least greet them properly," the man said boldly as he wiped his face, revealing a clean, broad face imdiately.
So, the Korean little girl’s na was "Xiao Que." She had been quietly accompanying Xiao Xian and their group these past few days, but now seeing her "father," she truly resembled a chatty little sparrow.
Xiao Xian couldn’t help but smile at her childish deanor.
It turned out he really was a Han person, Xiao Xian noticed an indescribably aged face. The newcor was neither tall nor short; by the standards of typical Northeastern people, he was relatively short at around 1.75 ters, with long hair and beard, seemingly untrimd for a long while.
The clothing on him wasn’t quite clothing, but rather a cloak stitched together from various types of animal skins, adorned with pieces of ice and several large rips.
Seeing strangers in the house, the man wasn’t surprised. He nonchalantly waved at Xiao Que, who hurried to heat up the leftover potato soup from dinner.
It seems Xiao Que was quite accustod to the man’s travel routines, having correctly anticipated his return tonight.
Zhou Ziang beca defensive. The man... his eyes turned towards the still-opened door. The wind and snow were raging outside, and it had turned completely dark. The newcor carried no lanterns nor was led by dogs. Gazing at the snowy path he had crossed, no footprints were visible. This man, almost ghostly in his arrival, could it be that he ca riding the wind?
"Young man, stop looking. The way you ca is the sa way I did," the Han man casually tossed his frozen stiff animal skin cloak on the floor, making a sound like a rock.
"Who is this senior?" Even Zhou Ziang was unsure how to address him, so he vaguely referred to him as "senior."
Setting aside other things, one thing was certain: this man knew much more about this mountain than Xiao Xian and his group.
After Xiao Que served the heated soup, the man ate unhurriedly. Contrasting with his rugged appearance, his eating manner was exceptionally refined, systematic, and silent. By the end, his soup bowl was very clean.
"Having eaten and drank well, are you people from i Family?" The man’s sudden remark caused Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang to change expressions.
"Who are you? Do you know Master i, I an Senior i Nian," Xiao Xian said, his heart filled with hope again. He had been at Changbai Mountain for several days without news of i Nian, and now this stranger who suddenly asked about i Family must know sothing.
"Master i? Has the i Family really not co to an end?" The man glanced at Xiao Xian, but most of his gaze was fixed on Zhou Ziang and the ice blade fragnt he held in his hand.
The n’s exchange made Xiao Xian feel severely ignored.
"Senior, it is I who am asking. I am the heir of the i Family, please tell , how is my master?" Despite not perceiving any traces of Spiritual Power on this beast-like man, Xiao Xian knew well that those with profound Spiritual Power were adept at concealing their own – sothing he had already witnessed with Zhou Ziang.
"That is truly unfortunate, it seems the i Family is destined to decline," the man dismissively tossed his cloak into the fireplace, "I thought i Nian kept talking about so prodigy, but it turns out to be just a little girl who hasn’t even reached the Gold Grade."
The animal skin cloak hissed in the fireplace, but curiously, the cloak did not catch fire but rely lted the snow.
The man’s deliberate sarcasm didn’t ignite Xiao Xian’s anger, instead, he cald down, "Tell , how is Master i?" From the man’s attitude, Xiao Xian sensed sothing, but he still insisted on asking.
"Do you really want to know?" The beast-like man chuckled sinisterly, "Well I will tell you, but you need to listen carefully, i Nian is dead."(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welco to vote for recomndation tickets, monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian). Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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