Below Cold Moon Pool, Scripture Transmission Courtyard.
"Academy Supervisor, something's not right." Guo Xiatting's round face was full of confusion.
"Before, we could still vaguely sense traces of the Cold Moon Toad. But now..."
Fu Zi frowned at the snowflakes outside Scripture Cave. "We miscalculated."
"The Cold Moon Toad is a Sentient Great Demon, but it's still a toad."
Fu Zi looked at Guo Xiatting with an odd expression. "Toads need to hibernate."
"This..." Guo Xiatting froze.
That reason was fucking impossible to anticipate.
"After opening its apertures and cultivating demon power, the Cold Moon Toad should no longer fear seasonal changes."
"But in this kind of frozen wasteland, it definitely won't like it."
Fu Zi sighed. "To withstand the bitter cold, it might even need to expend extra mana. To some extent, that weakens its strength."
"Although many Sentient Great Demons lack much knowledge from living in the wilderness year-round..."
"They ultimately possess intelligence no less than ours."
"It certainly longs for Cold Moon Pool and likes Demon Summoning Incense."
"But its intelligence lets it understand that, with its strength restricted, not only can it not defeat Song Wuji, it may very well die."
"That's why it restrained its instincts and stopped appearing."
"Song Wuji really has such good luck!" Guo Xiatting said bitterly.
"Yes, truly good luck." Fu Zi's eyelids drooped.
It seemed they could only wait until spring next year.
Guo Xiatting looked at Fu Zi in confusion, clearly wanting to speak but hesitating.
Fu Zi glanced at him without saying anything, then waved him away.
"You want me to act?" Fu Zi sighed. "Unfortunately, I can't."
He had been settled at Aperture Condensing Perfection for decades.
Beating two Song Wujis would probably be difficult. But one and a half would be no problem.
But what