With that, he withdrew his hand, smoothed the wrinkles at the hem of his short jacket, and turned toward the mountain gate. His pace remained unhurried. After taking two steps, he paused and glanced sideways. "Come on, let's sit inside. Don't stand out in the wind talking."
Tang Wulin followed behind him along the bluestone steps. The wind swept between them, stirring up the scent of withered grass and dust before settling again where their heels had passed.
At the same time, on a snow-covered slope in the Far North, Huo Yuhao leaned against the depression left behind by Snow Tiger's sacrifice, staring down at the silver specks of light slowly dissipating in his palm.
His Soul Power had indeed risen, and his second martial soul had already taken root and taken shape. Yet deep within his sea of consciousness, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's voice suddenly became somewhat strange.
It was as though something had pinned down part of his voice, leaving it hoarse with the shock of being awakened from slumber. "Yuhao... There seems to be the aura of a god here, and it feels very similar to the one on Tang Wulin."
Huo Yuhao did not look up. He continued staring at his palm and remained silent for a while before speaking. "Brother Tang was never an ordinary person."
Then he rose, slung his bundle back over his shoulder, brushed the snow from his robes, and headed south.
The snowstorm swirled behind him, gradually filling in the depression left by Snow Tiger's sacrifice, as though nothing had ever happened.
Du Busi led Tang Wulin through the corridor beside the main hall of the Body Sect and stopped outside a side chamber facing south.
The chamber was not large. A wilted green plant sat on the windowsill, while a