The next morning, after Jiang Liu, Gongsun Haoyue, and Han Yi had washed up, they prepared to continue toward the Frost Race's settlement.
"Husband, tell me, did the Nether God really refine my senior brother into a puppet?" Han Yi asked Jiang Liu in a low voice.
She had wanted to ask about this ever since yesterday, but Jiang Liu seemed to have been avoiding it the whole time.
"I don't know either. However, the two battle puppets that appeared in the last battle succeeded because they had cultivated the techniques provided by the Nether Race."
Jiang Liu didn't know much about the matter either. He could only tell Han Yi that those who cultivated the techniques provided by the Nether Race had a much higher chance of being refined into puppets.
Hearing Jiang Liu say this, some of the worry weighing on Han Yi's heart finally eased.
However, when she thought of Senior Brother Han Luo being captured, they seemed utterly helpless, and sorrow welled up inside her.
After all, her Senior Brother Han Luo had taken care of her from childhood to adulthood.
Whenever he obtained something good, he always gave it to her first.
The reason she had been able to cultivate to the Saint Realm so quickly was that Senior Brother Han Luo had contributed the most.
Beside them, Gongsun Haoyue also began comforting Han Yi.
Perhaps Gongsun Haoyue's consolation had worked, or perhaps Han Yi had come to terms with it herself.
Before long, Han Yi stopped bringing up the matter, and her mood brightened somewhat.
In truth, the Frost Race had long been mentally prepared for something like this to happen.
The Frost Race had never entered the region of extreme Dark Primal Qi.
It wasn't that they didn't want to. Their strength simply