A month and a half later, on the Snowfield in the Upper Latitude.
A crow passed through layers of wind and snow. In the blizzard, where visibility was extremely low, it fortunately located the forest that had been burned to the ground by sensing with a Star Skill.
The forest that had once been burned away without a trace now showed no signs of it at all, completely buried beneath the vast white snow.
Jiang Xiao flew past the Beacon Tower, but no smoke rose from it.
Jiang Xiao felt somewhat worried. He quickly flew down into the canyon, searching for the residence of the Hu Wei and Cang Lan couple.
Flap, flap, flap. The pitch-black crow beat its wings. Without even transforming into human form, it flew directly into the mountain tunnel, navigating the pitch-black darkness with practiced ease.
"Hm?" Cang Lan lay on her side on the bed, gently patting Yuan Yuan's back and coaxing him to sleep, when she seemed to sense something.
Cang Lan frowned slightly. She glanced at Yuan Yuan and immediately got out of bed. A dagger also materialized in her slender hand.
Yuan Yuan knew nothing of this. His little face was buried in a patch of soft fur, and he slept exceptionally soundly.
The Bamboo Bear beside him slept even more comfortably than Yuan Yuan. It lay sprawled on its back atop a thick White Ghost fur blanket, its huge belly sticking up, and it was even snoring. Cang Lan stood beside the entrance to the Stone Room, her body pressed against the wall and one hand gripping the dagger tightly.
A few seconds later, a pitch-black crow hopped into the Stone Room.
The crow's solitary eye glowed crimson. It raised its head and looked at Cang Lan, who had been preparing