"While Xue Mo absorbs the Mystic Ice Soul's essence, Xue Xiu will guard him."
Lin Mo was secretly rejoicing when he heard the Snow Demon girl speak softly again. "Until the wedding, you must not leave his side. If anything happens to Xue Mo, I will hold you accountable."
Without the slightest hesitation, Xue Xiu bowed and accepted the order.
Lin Mo paused briefly, then his brow relaxed. He did not take the matter to heart.
Though this affected his plans somewhat, it was nothing serious.
He only needed to find some excuse to enter the Gourd Space right under Xue Xiu's nose. What good would it do even if he reported it to the Little Queen of the Snow Demons?
Even if the opportunity vanished in the blink of an eye, he could seize it firmly. Then, like a bird with the boundless sky to roam, he would leave the Snow Demon Tribe far behind!
After leaving the Snow King Palace, Xue Xiu followed the Little Queen of the Snow Demons' orders and returned with Lin Mo to the small tent from before.
"Please have a seat, Brother Xue Xiu."
His expression perfectly natural, Lin Mo invited Xue Xiu to take any chair, then sat cross-legged on the ground. Holding the Mystic Ice Soul in his palm, he made a show of beginning to cultivate.
One hour, two hours, three hours...
Within Lin Mo's perception, the twelve branches of the phantom Jianmu sapling at the center of his sea of consciousness continued growing slowly and steadily. His divine sense had already reached the fourth level of the Origin Core realm.
Meanwhile, Xue Xiu's divine sense enveloped their surroundings, his expression as cautious as ever.
"You're being too tense, Brother Xue Xiu."
Lin Mo opened his eyes and smiled.