"Just as I thought."
Five short seconds later, Kai returned. A layer of white frost covered even his eyebrows, slowly melting away.
"So, at night, unless your race is naturally gifted enough to ignore the cold, don't go outside."
The Seventh Princess raised her index finger and wagged it, then pointed toward the corner of a rock formation not far ahead.
"That is where we'll avoid the darkness tonight."
Seven meters ahead to the left stood a natural windbreak formed by three piled Rocks.
"Thank you for Your Highness's guidance," Kai said respectfully. After Ying Lin'er skipped over, he turned and said, "Zheng, return."
"Mm."
A deep, heavy voice answered. The burly figure slowly returned with a massive blood-red scythe slung over his shoulder.
When he approached the golden light, the layer of frost condensed into ice crystals. Yet as the temperature rose, those crystals began turning into wisps of vapor, bizarrely skipping the process of liquefaction.
In the silent darkness, who knew how many bloody battles or deaths would occur within the ruins.
But that was not something the Seventh Princess needed to worry about.
She was quite pleased with her luck. Amid the perilous Light Ruins, she had happened upon a place warmed by light.
Ying Lin'er tossed her backpack behind her, leaned comfortably against it, and closed her eyes. Her soft voice drifted out. "Just stay within the golden light and wait at ease for the exhausted enemy. There will probably be a few battles tonight. So... I'm counting on you..."
After saying that, Ying Lin'er's breathing quickly became even... She had clearly fallen asleep.
The two burly Fengyuan Deathsworn exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with affection.
"Her Highness has been traveling all day. She's tired. Zheng, guard the princess's side. I'll stand watch at the