Ye Fan's expression changed. "You won't help me?"
"That's right." Chu Yang turned around, his expression calm. "Little Ye, you need to understand something. No powerhouse in this world was raised under someone else's protection."
"You possess the supreme talent of the Desolate Ancient Holy Body. If you cannot bring it to its fullest potential, wouldn't that be a terrible waste?"
"The harsh environment of the Extreme North Land happens to be the perfect place for you to temper yourself."
Ye Fan fell silent for a moment before finally gritting his teeth and nodding.
"Alright, I'll listen to Brother Tu."
He knew Chu Yang was right.
Although he possessed the Desolate Ancient Holy Body, over the years, he had consciously and unconsciously relied on the friends around him.
Whether it was Chu Yang, Big Black Dog, or anyone else, whenever danger arose, someone would always step in to help him.
That had caused his growth to lag far behind those Heavenly Prodigies who wandered the world alone.
Since Chu Yang was willing to give him this chance, he naturally could not let him down.
"Then let's keep moving." Ye Fan stood up, determination flashing in his eyes.
Chu Yang nodded in satisfaction. The two of them left the cave once more and headed farther north through the howling wind and blizzard.
This time, Chu Yang truly did not help Ye Fan again.
He merely walked silently ahead, leaving Ye Fan to face the bone-piercing cold wind on his own.
At first, Ye Fan was barely able to endure it.
But as time passed, the cold seeped into his body like countless venomous snakes, steadily eroding his divine power and will.
He felt his limbs growing increasingly stiff, while his mind became hazy and sluggish.
"No... I have to hold on..."