Fellow Disciples

In a world of ice and snow, the little girl trudged onward alone. The red-clad figure on her back still had not awakened.

She did not know how far she had traveled, how long she had walked, or how many people she had bowed before. The little girl, who had not stopped for even a moment, had her clothes soaked through with sweat and her forehead stained red with blood.

The winter wind blew against her body, icy and bone-piercing. After days without sleep or rest, even though she had entered the Innate realm, the little girl was gradually unable to hold on. With every step she took, her delicate body staggered once.

Not far away, from within a village, the clang-clang of iron being forged reached her ears, once after another.

The little girl raised her head and looked ahead. There was no longer much light in her large eyes. After taking a few more steps, her consciousness suddenly blurred, and she silently collapsed into the heavy snow.

Before the village blacksmith shop, a little boy chopping firewood saw this and immediately threw down his Woodcutter's Blade before running over.

"Mother, someone has fainted!"

Seeing the two unconscious figures in the snow, anxiety appeared on the little boy's still-childish face as he shouted loudly toward the house behind him.

Not long after his voice fell, a woman emerged from the nearby house. Seeing the two figures collapsed in the snow at the entrance of the village, she turned back and said, "Their father, someone really has fainted. Hurry and go take a look."

Inside the house, a simple-looking middle-aged man put down the hammer in his hand and immediately looked outside.

"It's a little girl, and a young man."

The middle-aged man saw them and did not dare delay