"Mm. Wait here. I'll go find the dean."
Wu Changkong stood and ran toward where Shui Qinghan had fallen.
His Purple Demon Eyes swept across the snowy ground and quickly locked onto Shui Qinghan, half-buried in the snow.
There was blood on her body. She was curled up in a snow pit and had already lost consciousness.
"Dean! Dean!" Wu Changkong crouched down and called out twice, but there was no response.
He reached out to check her breathing... She was still breathing, but it was very faint.
He examined her injuries again. There were wounds on her chest and abdomen, and blood still stained the corner of her lips.
Shui Bing'er staggered over through the snow with Xue Wu on her back. Seeing Shui Qinghan like that, even her voice trembled. "How is my aunt?"
"Not optimistic, but she's not in immediate danger. Let's return to the cave first."
Wu Changkong carried Shui Qinghan on his back while Shui Bing'er carried Xue Wu, and the four of them headed back.
When they passed the enormous corpse of the Snow Demon Vajra, Wu Changkong stopped.
Seeing the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring on the corpse, he felt it was a pity, but none of them could absorb it.
If only there were a Soul Ring storage Soul Tool.
Right, there was also the Soul Bone.
Wu Changkong temporarily set Shui Qinghan down to one side, then walked over to the corpse and sensed it with his Soul Power for a moment.
He found a Soul Bone at the Snow Demon Vajra's right arm. The right arm bone was entirely crystalline white, with a layer of scarlet glow on its surface. It felt warm and heavy in his hand.
He bent down, picked it up, and handed it to Shui Bing'er. "Take a