"Let this king think it over carefully."
Seeing Ning Chen's wretched state, Prince Yan could not bear it. He stepped forward and sealed all of A'man's acupoints, preserving her last breath. Yet with her heart meridians destroyed, even an innate master could scarcely save her. This was common knowledge. Even if he recovered his innate cultivation right now, he still could not change that fact.
Innate cultivation was not omnipotent. All things beneath heaven had their laws. Things capable of defying heaven and changing fate did exist, but they were exceedingly rare.
The heart meridians were where a mortal's vital essence gathered. Even the dantian qihai could not compare. If the qi sea shattered, at most one's cultivation would be ruined; with timely treatment, one could still keep one's life. But once the heart meridians were destroyed, no one could do anything.
A'man was not an innate master. She had yet to escape the limits of a mortal body. To defy heaven and change her fate would be harder than climbing to the sky.
"Please."
Ning Chen kowtowed as he coughed blood. His face was smeared with blood, his hair loose and disheveled, a miserable and desolate sight.
Suddenly, Prince Yan frowned, as though he had thought of something, yet hesitation rose in his heart.
The mournful sounds at his ears had not ceased. Again and again, Ning Chen's head struck the ground—and struck Prince Yan's heart as well. After a long while, he sighed softly. "The only chance is to go to Azure Frost Valley and seek the Rhombus Crystal Flower!"
Ning Chen abruptly raised his head, shock in his eyes. He had heard of that place. It was an intensely cold land in Great Xia's northwest, snow falling all year round and not a blade of grass growing.