Soon, Lu Xiaotian followed the sound and found an ice-covered man hidden inside an ice pit. More precisely, the man was covered from head to toe in a thick layer of ice crystals, almost completely blending into the ground.
This man was Xiao Tiannan, formerly a grand cultivator of the Ancient Sword Sect. Of the three grand cultivators who had come from the Azure Continent, the Heavenly Silkworm Evil Venerable had died first. Later, when Xiao Tiannan saw Lu Xiaotian fall into misfortune, he had hesitated. After all, it was practically a road to certain death, and Xiao Tiannan knew that his own strength was insufficient. Thus, he had chosen to preserve himself rather than follow Luo Qing. Yet judging from his current condition, Xiao Tiannan was already breathing his last and would not survive much longer.
Lu Xiaotian flicked a finger, and the Brahma Rakshasa True Flame swiftly rescued Xiao Tiannan from the thick layer of ice. A strand of divine sense entered Xiao Tiannan's body, and Lu Xiaotian's brows drew together. Xiao Tiannan's Nascent Soul had already frozen solid. Only a trace of divine sense remained, desperately guarding the clarity of his spiritual altar. At that moment, Xiao Tiannan was like a lamp flickering in a violent wind, liable to go out at any moment. Even his Nascent Soul had been frozen. With injuries this severe, not even Lu Xiaotian, a grandmaster of alchemy, could bring him back from the brink.
"Lu... Fellow Daoist Lu, it's you. You're still alive. What about Fellow Daoist Luo... Luo?" Xiao Tiannan, on the verge of death, felt the solid ice around his body melting. His Primordial Spirit had nearly been frozen completely, so the warmth brought him a trace of comfort.
"Qing'er has fallen." When Xiao Tiannan mentioned Luo Qing, Lu