Don't go to Netherworld Mountain!
That was Silver Snow's warning to Su Jiu.
Su Jiu's gaze flickered. "Why? Your nephew is going there. Why didn't you stop him?"
Su Jiu kept feeling that there was something strange about Silver Snow, yet she couldn't put her finger on it.
If he knew Netherworld Mountain was dangerous, why would he warn an outsider rather than his own nephew?
What sense did that make?
"I left a sliver of my divine soul on Yin Ze to protect him. Even if he runs into danger, he'll be fine."
Su Jiu understood. This was one of the Fox Tribe's innate abilities, equivalent to the divine soul mark a human elder left on a younger family member.
Besides, Silver Snow was a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator. Even a sliver of his divine soul should be more than enough to protect Yin Ze.
"Netherworld Mountain is very dangerous now, especially these past two years. Large numbers of Ghost Cultivators who lost their minds have begun emerging from hiding. With your cultivation, going there would be practically no different from seeking death."
Su Jiu's heart grew heavier, but she still had one question. "How did you know I was going to Netherworld Mountain?"
Silver Snow glanced at the back of Su Jiu's hand, narrowing his fox eyes with a touch of smugness. "When you arrived on the Yin River Continent, I sensed you drawing near. Later, after Yin Ze returned from the auction, he told me everything that had happened at the auction house. I guessed that the female cultivator he described, the one who used ice element arts, might be you.
"He also mentioned that you carried my scent..."
Although Silver Snow had been communicating with her entirely through divine sense, the suggestive undertone in his voice