The immense pressure compressed the wind and snow, and the surface of the icefield began to sink, becoming more tightly compacted.
Mobiten raised his hand. The guards immediately spread outward, taking up new positions to form a small formation that shut out all outside influences.
The High Priest shook his head and said, "Too stuffy."
Mobiten bent down and replied, "High Priest, your body needs protection."
Although the High Priest did not have the frailty of an ordinary person in a wheelchair and was not something fragile, he was now something consumable.
But Kallen understood very well that this was the High Priest's "reunion with old friends." He did not want to remain inside a shield. He longed to participate, to interact, or at least to feel as though he were standing alongside his former companions.
Kallen raised his head slightly and manifested his Dharma Body, instantly breaking the guards' formation from within.
Then Kallen rested one hand on the High Priest's shoulder. The wind and snow could reach him, letting him feel their chill and frenzy, but Kallen took all the pressure upon himself.
A smile appeared on the High Priest's face. "Where did you learn that?" he asked with feeling.
Kallen answered, "I used to run a Funeral Society. This counts as part of caring for the deceased."
"Heh heh heh. No wonder Fudeng likes you. How wonderful it would have been if I had seen you a few years earlier. Reading alone in a tearoom gets quite boring, too."
"Until the time came, I couldn't have stood before you."
"Yes, indeed. You came... at just the right time."
Beside them, Mobiten looked on in shock. Although breaking his guards' formation from inside was considerably easier than breaking it from outside, Kallen had done it with such effortless