The next morning, Snow Yao sat cross-legged beside the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Ever since Dugu Bo had left the night before, he had stayed here meditating and regulating his breathing.
Having undergone the baptism of the Ice and Fire Golden Body, his body was still in a stage of deep adaptation. Every meridian was slowly stabilizing the terrifying new power within him.
Just then, three figures passed through the poisonous miasma and descended into the valley one after another.
At their head was Dugu Bo, who had left the night before.
He looked far better than he had the previous evening. His hair and beard were jet black, and his back was straight. There was no trace of a poison Soul Master's sinister air left in him. Instead, he looked more like an earthly immortal who had emerged from cultivating in the depths of the mountains.
Beside Dugu Bo stood two graceful figures, one on either side.
On the right was Dugu Yan.
"You... you stayed here all night?" Concern crept into Dugu Yan's voice, though she quickly forced it into the tone of an interrogation. "Slept on the ground?"
"I sat on the ground to meditate and regulate my breathing. It was pretty nice." Snow Yao lazily stretched his back and smiled, unconcerned.
On Dugu Bo's left stood someone Snow Yao knew better than anyone.
The moment Ye Lingling saw Snow Yao, her clear, springlike eyes curved into a smile.
She walked calmly over to him and took a delicate food box from her arms.
"I knew you hadn't eaten last night, so I asked the kitchen to prepare some hot porridge."
"You always think of everything." Snow Yao took the food box, casually clasped Ye Lingling's hand, and gave her a grateful look.
"Enough, enough!