In an ice valley several thousand miles from the site of the earlier battle, a temporary ice cave was enveloped by a formation. Qin Fengming and Xi Xian sat inside the ice cave.
Qin Fengming had quite a few questions about Xi Xian. Xi Xian likewise had things he did not understand about Qin Fengming.
After suppressing the injury to Xi Xian's arm, the two of them rode their escaping lights directly to this place.
"Fellow Daoist Xiang, this place is secure. Even if someone passes by, they likely will not come to disturb us. You can meditate first and stabilize your injuries."
For an Integration stage cultivator, a severed arm could not be considered a serious injury. As long as one spent some time, one could condense new flesh and grow a new limb, exactly the same as the original.
Though it was not a major matter, losing an arm had still greatly damaged one's vital essence.
Xi Xian naturally did not refuse Qin Fengming's good intentions. He nodded, closed his eyes, and circulated his magic power, beginning to use a secret art to repair his injured arm.
Xi Xian truly was an upright man and placed complete trust in Qin Fengming. From beginning to end, he had not shown the slightest trace of suspicion. For this alone, Qin Fengming's favorable impression of him grew greatly.
They said that one's appearance reflected one's heart. If a person was treacherous and savage, no matter how deeply he concealed it, under the unceasing lock of a cultivator's powerful divine sense, he would inevitably reveal a trace of abnormality. Xi Xian still retained some wariness, but there was not the slightest other strange or suspicious sign about him.
A day later, Xi Xian, his entire body wrapped in blue radiance, opened his