Zhou Cheng perked up and mocked Qiao Zirong. "That's what you get for being so eager. In the end, not only do they refuse to appreciate it, they even suspect you. Qiao Zirong, I'd say you brought this on yourself."
A breeze swept through the woods, rustling the leaves, and the atmosphere between them suddenly fell quiet.
A trace of dejection crossed Qiao Zirong's face. "Zhou Cheng, even if they don't know why, I thought you would."
Mo Qi lifted her eyelids, her attention clearly caught.
At Qiao Zirong's words, Zhou Cheng's expression stiffened slightly. His hand slowly clenched without his realizing it; clearly, he too had recalled some unpleasant memories.
But he soon waved his hand irritably. "Enough, enough. You're driving me mad."
On the surface, Zhou Cheng seemed so hot-tempered, but Su Jiu caught a glimmer of pain deep in his eyes.
Su Jiu and Mo Qi exchanged a glance and tacitly chose not to press further.
Still, Su Jiu vaguely felt that something was wrong.
As the three entered the cave, she could still hear Zhou Cheng murmuring to himself.
"Even if you save her, what difference does it make? She isn't her."
His voice was so faint that it seemed to drift away into the air like an illusion.
Entering the cave was like stepping from summer into winter. The cold here was not the simple chill mortals endured in winter. With so much ice spiritual qi gathered inside, even cultivators without an ice spiritual root were affected to some extent.
After some hesitation, Qiao Zirong steeled himself and took out two inner cores from second-tier Flame Rats. They could disperse the ice spiritual qi around one's body.
He offered them to the two women. Mo Qi took one without standing on ceremony, while Su Jiu