Beneath the boundless snowy sky, white blanketed everything.
A chill blew on the wind, passing through his tattered white robes and carrying its bone-piercing cold into the heart.
Su Mo lay weakly half-reclining on the Void Beast's back, quietly watching the old man.
This old man was the supreme expert who had thrust a sword at Su Mo from the other end of the spatial rift!
It was just that he seemed unable to descend fully into the Ancestral Image World.
The wind whipped the snow into disarray. Su Mo could not help coughing twice, and a trace of crimson seeped from the corner of his mouth again.
Su Mo's white hair fluttered softly, looking remarkably natural amid the snow filling the sky.
The Void Beast stared fixedly at the White-Haired Elder within the rift. It sensed a trace of this old man's aura on Su Mo's wound.
Weak as it was, it wanted to tear the man before it apart and avenge Su Mo. But upon hearing Su Mo cough, it could not stop itself from turning back toward him and letting out a mournful howl.
"Wooo..."
It could sense that although the old man was right before it, he was not in the same space as them.
Most distressing of all, this old man was far too powerful, as though he stood at the pinnacle of the world.
He was not someone it, still not fully grown, and Su Mo could face.
It wanted to take Su Mo away and find someone who could save him, but it also knew that Su Mo seemed to have more to say to this old man...
Su Mo and the old man looked at each other across the distance, calm and silent.
At last, the old man spoke first.
"I never