Tian Buyi listened. The Ghost King's words did make sense, and there was no other choice for now. He summoned Scarlet Flame and flew ahead toward their previous camp.
With disciples and followers still by his side, the Ghost King could only shake his head helplessly and lead them after Tian Buyi on foot.
When Luo Yunji woke, he felt something gripping him tightly. He struggled to lift his head and saw Zhang Xiaofan. He pushed him twice, but Zhang Xiaofan didn't move. His eyes were still closed, and he remained unconscious.
Luo Yunji turned his head to look around. At some point, the ice sphere he had conjured had shattered. The two of them were lying on an ice field. As far as the eye could see, everything was white. There was nothing but ice and snow.
Luo Yunji called out several times, but Zhang Xiaofan still didn't stir. He hurriedly circulated his spiritual power and sent it into Zhang Xiaofan's body.
After relentless effort, Zhang Xiaofan finally opened his eyes. But because he had been holding the same position for so long, he couldn't immediately release Luo Yunji.
"Everyone else is gone!" Luo Yunji looked around, but couldn't find a single person. He muttered sadly under his breath.
Zhang Xiaofan didn't answer. He simply did his best to rouse the spiritual power within him, hoping to recover faster.
About the time it took to drink two cups of tea passed before Zhang Xiaofan slowly loosened his stiff arms.
As soon as he was free, Luo Yunji sat up and looked around. Even with a wider view, he still couldn't see anything.
Zhang Xiaofan noticed that too. Along with his grief, he couldn't help worrying about Tian Buyi and He Dazhi.
Another half day passed before Zhang Xiaofan could