Shen Che stepped out of the frigid mist of the Ice Soul Grotto-Heaven. Behind him, Xue Binghe and his daughter Xue Xi were still immersed in the indescribable excitement from moments ago.
They watched Shen Che's back with complicated expressions. This young man had overturned everything they thought they knew time and again. Not only did he possess the terrifying strength to slay a Golden Core Demonic Beast's avatar, he had even found a way to stir the nearly exhausted vitality within his wife—Xue Xi's mother.
"Benefactor..." Xue Binghe hurried after him, his voice somewhat dry with excitement. "Your great kindness, Xue..."
"Sect Master Xue." Shen Che stopped and turned around, cutting him off. "There is no need for more courtesies. I saved the Heavenly Snow Sect for my own reasons as well. Now that we share an enemy, that is enough."
His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable force.
Xue Binghe froze for a moment, then nodded heavily, pressing his overwhelming gratitude deep into his heart. He knew that for someone like Shen Che, too many words would instead be an offense. Action was the best proof.
"You are right, Benefactor." Xue Binghe took a deep breath, his expression recovering the steadiness of a sect master. "I have already had people prepare the maps and dossiers you requested. Please come with me. Our sect's Scripture Pavilion may contain what you need."
The Scripture Pavilion was the heart of any sect, housing hundreds or even thousands of years' worth of cultivation methods, ancient texts, and records of all manner of secrets. Aside from the sect master and a handful of core elders, ordinary disciples had no right to enter.
Yet now, Xue Binghe intended to personally lead Shen Che inside.
"Father, I'm coming too!" Xue Xi followed after