The beast-like man finished speaking and watched, as if enjoying a show, the expression on Xiao Xian’s face.
Hmm, unexpectedly to the man, the girl’s expression remained quite calm.
Or perhaps her relationship with Granny i wasn’t that deep, as there was no hint of sorrow on her face, and her agile eyes only flickered with a mont of astonishnt before quickly returning to normal.
It was instead the young man beside her who seed slightly nervous, taking a look at her and also appearing sowhat surprised when she showed no particular reaction.
"Senior, please stop joking around. Master i hasn’t died," Xiao Xian took out the ice blade fragnt that she had been nourishing with her own Spiritual Energy recently. The piece, which was originally covered with frost, had stopped the spread of ice and snow and was not deteriorating.
The warmth pulsating like a human heartbeat had not ceased.
She believed that i Nian was still alive.
"I said that Granny i hadn’t died up to now, it turns out there’s still a fragnt of her Spiritual Consciousness left outside," the man pulled a cloak from the stove, shook it, and all the dirt and ice lted off, revealing its true form—a coherent skin of a brown bear from the northeast, making the man’s origins even more mysterious.
"Wow, for a little girl like you to actually be able to use Spiritual Power to nourish an ice blade fragnt? It seems your Spiritual Power is quite pure, which is quite rare," generally speaking, only soone of high-level or at least the sa level can sustain soone else’s Spiritual Consciousness Fragnt. Moreover, given i Nian’s critical condition, this beast-like man had to leave every five days to transfer Spiritual Energy in order to keep her condition from worsening.
Even his innate Spiritual Energy could only protect her bodily surroundings and couldn’t penetrate deep into i Nian’s body to protect her internal organs. That this seemingly unremarkable mber of the i Family could continuously protect i Nian’s organs with a continuous stream of Spiritual Energy was a bizarre occurrence that even this experienced man couldn’t understand.
Xiao Xian didn’t know the thod of nourishnt; she simply nourished the fragnt twice daily with Silver Grade Spiritual Energy, initially feeling sowhat strained, but as she did it more, she managed it with ease.
"Whether she is dead or alive, we hope you can tell us about Senior i’s current situation," Zhou Ziang noticed that the man in front of them likely knew i Nian and did not bear much hostility towards them.
"I can’t tell you the specifics. When i Nian ca here, I already warned her. This area is extraordinary, common people who enter might at best get lost or frostbitten, or at worst lose their lives. She ignored my advice and stubbornly pressed on to that place, which led to this disaster." The man held no hostility toward them, but also little affection; he had lived in the Changbai Mountain area for decades, accompanied only by that white-haired big dog and Xiao Que, having long lost a sense of right and wrong.
Right now, even if his own relatives stood before him, his answer would likely be no different.
In the world, one must abide by laws and order.
But once you enter the Changbai Mountain area, it’s nature that sets the rules.
"If you don’t tell us, we’ll find it ourselves," Xiao Xian vexed, from the man’s response, it was clear he knew where i Nian was, yet he refused to be truthful. How could he dismiss a matter of life and death so casually with "I don’t know?"
"You want to search, then go. I’m not holding you back. You’ve stayed here for a few days, keeping Xiao Que company so she also had so lively days. I sowhat favor you, so I’ll allow you to stay here and eat, but if you harbor other thoughts, don’t bla for being rude," the man grunted, laid on the ground, and imdiately started snoring loudly, falling into a deep sleep.
Xiao Que timidly watched the two, then draped the cloak over the man.
After the ruckus just now, the room fell into silence again, with only the sound of crackling firewood in the stove.
Xiao Xian gritted her teeth, opened the door, and stepped out, Zhou Ziang followed her out, and Xiao Que thought for a mont, scratched the big white-haired dog, which voiced its displeasure.
The man lying on the ground, seemingly asleep, muttered, "Xiao Que, don’t ddle too much, let them busily go about their pointless efforts."
Outside, the wind and snow were heavy, just as Xiao Xian stepped out, she was blasted by a load of snow. A layer of silver-white protective cover appeared on her body, illuminating the path ahead.
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