That day, dazzling sword light illuminated the entire snowfield with exceptional clarity.
More than twenty people stained the plateau with blood in an instant.
Shattered flesh and blood fell like spring rain.
Lin Heng withdrew the Nine Heavens Sword, and the scabbard gave off billowing heat the instant it scraped.
"Let's go, Prison Sister!" Lin Heng turned his head and held out a hand to Little Yueli again.
Little Yueli glanced at it, who knew what she was thinking, then raised her small hand and took it.
One man and one woman, one in front and one behind.
They set out on their journey once more.
Only after a long while did Little Yueli speak tentatively. "You... weren't hurt?"
"You mean the snowstorm?"
"Mm... it looked very dangerous!"
"Actually, the overwhelming majority of natural dangers all stem from the chaos after the Great Dao falls into disorder. Master it, and you can control it!"
"You might be wondering why I can merge with the Dao, right?"
Dugu Yueli nodded, because from the moment Lin Heng had been swept into the snowstorm to when he appeared again to kill the enemy, only a few moments had passed.
It was far faster than she had imagined.
"Heh-heh. Then I have no choice but to mention the kindhearted Female Emperor."
"The Female Emperor is an honest and sincere person, far more comfortable than my kind aunt... uh, far more straightforward!" Lin Heng hurriedly changed his wording.
Lest he lead the pure little sister Li astray.
Dugu Yueli looked at the wind blades and drifting snow rushing toward them. In the instant before they landed in front of the two of them, they seemed to be separated by an invisible barrier.
Her mood was slightly bad.
"Brother Heng, am I very stupid, completely useless?"