I had always been puzzled.
The Snow Tribe's prophet actually knew that I possessed Samadhi True Fire.
And that Samadhi True Fire was the key to our smooth entry into the cold pool.
What exactly was the Snow Tribe's prophet?
And where had he learned all this information about me?
Could he be connected to Guiguzi as well?
Or perhaps he was in league with that middle-aged man, that preacher.
No matter what, I had the feeling that I was being used.
But having come this far, even if I was being used, I could only keep moving forward and take things one step at a time.
I looked at the ice child before me. Was this a cold-water elemental? The ice blades it had fired earlier had been terrifying. If I had not condensed that massive ball of Samadhi True Fire to defuse the crisis, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
"Can you speak?"
The ice child shook its head.
"Then can you understand me when I speak?"
It nodded.
I said, "How many cold-water elementals like you are there?"
It blinked and pointed at its mouth. I immediately understood—it was telling me that it could not speak.
I said, "Then when I speak, nod if I'm right and shake your head if I'm wrong."
It nodded.
"Are there ten cold-water elementals like you?"
It shook its head.
"Fewer than ten?"
It shook its head again.
"Twenty?"
"Thirty?"
At last, it nodded, then shook its head. I finally understood. It meant there were more than twenty, but fewer than thirty.
Even so, that was already terrifying enough.
"Did you launch that attack by yourself just now? All those ice blades at once?"
It nodded again.
I sucked in a breath. If more than twenty ice children launched that kind