A fierce wind blew head-on, carrying the salty tang of seawater.
Fang Yuan sat upright upon an auspicious cloud, traveling as he divided his attention and sent it into the Trust Dao Mortal Gu in his hand.
This mortal Gu had come from Bing Zhuo.
That snowman Gu Immortal, who wielded twin spears and excelled at close combat, had told Fang Yuan in his letter that Tear Ice meant far more to the Snowman Tribe than merely Gu material—it was a token of love, a pledge of affection.
"Hmph." Fang Yuan sneered and casually crushed the Trust Dao Mortal Gu.
The pure white auspicious cloud carried him swiftly onward. The wind sent his long hair streaming behind him. His jade-white face was incomparably handsome, almost beautiful, while his deep black eyes looked down upon the dark-blue sea beneath the clouds, revealing threads of indifferent chill.
How could Fang Yuan not know what Tear Ice meant to snowmen?
Do not forget, he had come back through Five Hundred Years Rebirth. His cultivation in his previous life had not been particularly high, but his experience and knowledge had been exceedingly rich.
Not only did he understand Tear Ice, Fang Yuan was also deeply familiar with the wine culture of variant humans.
At a banquet once, Hair Six had accused Fang Yuan of not knowing the customs of variant humans drinking wine. In fact, Fang Yuan had merely pretended not to know, using the opportunity to probe the attitudes of the snowmen and stone men.
Sometimes, playing dumb made it easier to advance and retreat freely.
The matter of Tear Ice was the same. Fang Yuan pretended ignorance, but he knew everything perfectly well.
Accepting Tear Ice meant accepting Xue Er's feelings. But if he did not accept it, it would inevitably damage