Sitting within the cave and watching the flying snow, it seemed as though a thin curtain had been hung.
Xu Xiangan came bearing snow, a fish dangling from a grass rope.
"Senior Sister Zhao..." His voice was low, and he said with considerable sorrow, "I... am leaving for a while."
Zhao Wuyan glanced at him calmly and said only, "All right."
Heavenly Stele Snow Ridge suppressed all Supernatural Powers and Daoist Arts. It was cold, silent, lonely, with frost blades that cut at the soul—a place of genuine hardship.
It was only natural that Xu Xiangan could not bear it and wanted to leave.
There was no need to put on this little sentimental display.
Was this really worth shedding tears over?
Xu Xiangan had intended to throw himself into Senior Sister Zhao's arms and recoup a little warmth, but when he saw Zhao Wuyan's eyes, he did not dare act rashly.
Lowering his head, he walked inside. "I'll cook this fish for Senior Sister first."
Zhao Wuyan had been about to say "No need," but then felt there was no need to say even that.
The Dao path was long; some entanglements were truly unnecessary.
Yet seeing Zishu with tears brimming in her eyes, she could not help but sigh. "I thought it was something serious. He goes his way—what are you crying for?"
"Waaah..." Zishu's crying, which had already subsided, suddenly swelled again. She plunged into Zhao Wuyan's arms and sobbed, "Jiang Green Sheep met with trouble in the Demon Realm!"
Zhao Wuyan froze for a moment, only then understanding why Xu Xiangan and Zishu were so upset.
She knew that Zishu's feelings for Jiang Wang were not those between a man and woman, but something closer to admiration. Whether it was Jiang Wang killing Ji Shaoqing at