Ning Xue, the former Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain's most beloved daughter, was innocent, lively, and lovely. Yet Xue Manyun had never known that her thoughts were so delicate that she had noticed Chu Canglan's abnormalities long ago.
"It wasn't me. It was this snow-bamboo grove. This is where Father once cultivated. It carries a trace of Father's primordial spirit imprint. Its spiritual aura empties the surroundings; hiding Senior Sister from his senses isn't difficult."
Ning Xue carefully helped the badly injured Xue Manyun into the wooden house and laid her upon the warm soft couch. Then she poured her a cup of tea, the sorrow on her face turning to hatred.
"I never expected that impostor to be so audacious. He nearly got Senior Sister killed too."
Xue Manyun had been injured by the aftermath of the clash between the two powerful forces just now. Her true qi had been scattered, and her meridians had suffered severe damage. She looked frail lying on the soft couch, yet the thoughts in her mind never ceased for an instant.
Just as Ning Xue had said, this place had once been Old Man of Snow Ridge Mountain's residence, where he cultivated and even advanced into the Heavenly Being Realm. Within a hundred-meter radius, the place had already been steeped in the Old Man's aura. Shielding the space within from outside detection was no difficult task.
Moreover, the Old Man had been Chu Canglan's benefactor and mentor, and in the hearts of the Great Snow Ridge disciples, he held a position almost akin to a god. Chu Canglan would not dare cause trouble here lightly. It truly was an excellent place to hide.
There was a saying: the most dangerous place was often the safest place. The fake Chu Canglan likely never