After hearing this, the little figure nodded slightly. The movement was tiny, but it was clearly a nod.
He hovered above the stone platform, his ink-black body motionless. He turned his head from Shen Fei to Xiao Ning'er, then back again, as though confirming their presence. Then he spoke again, his voice as soft and rustling as before.
"Is this place called Glory City far from here?"
Shen Fei thought for a moment, estimating the distance in his mind. They had set out from Glory City, crossed the outer and middle reaches of the Dark Forest, and reached the edge of its depths. The journey had taken roughly half a month.
There had been battles, detours, and time spent at the Jade Grove Clan along the way, but counting only the days spent traveling, it would take about fifteen to twenty days.
He answered, "Judging by the pace the two of us traveled at, about twenty days. May I ask why you wish to know, Senior?"
The little figure did not answer immediately. He hovered above the stone platform, his ink-black body motionless, and tilted his head slightly, as though considering something. Only after several breaths did he speak slowly, his voice softer than before, carrying an indescribable sense of age and hardship.
"You know what Spirit Gods are, don't you?"
Something stirred in Shen Fei's heart when he heard the words "Spirit Gods." He remembered the phantom of the Wind Snow Spirit God he had seen in the Back Courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.
The elders of the Wind Snow Family had summoned it through their combined efforts. Formed entirely of ice and snow, it had been enormous, with a powerful, profound aura, and had played a crucial role in the confrontation with the Abyssal Troll.
He had