A strange look also appeared on Zi Kun's face. As far as he knew, Li Yan had entered Tuban and spent all these years in secluded cultivation, so naturally he had never had a chance to bring Qianji out.
Yet Li Yan had still come out alone today. Had that mixed-blood failed to advance, or had his failure left him so disheartened that he no longer wanted to see anyone?
The question Li Yan had been about to ask suddenly lodged in his throat. His expression froze briefly before returning to normal.
"Oh, he... he's doing quite well. Give me a moment!"
Li Yan inwardly broke into a sweat. He had actually left the Snow Mosquito King in that space for decades without checking on him.
With that, Li Yan waved a hand at Zi Kun to stop any further questions, and a strand of his divine sense swiftly sank into Tuban.
On a snow-covered mountaintop, an enormous Snow Mosquito roughly fifty feet long lay on a cliff of ice crystals. His entire body was crystalline and translucent.
With each breath, streams of white air circulated ceaselessly through his body, making him look eerily otherworldly.
The enormous Snow Mosquito stared down at the riverbank at the foot of the mountain, where flowers bloomed in the warmth of spring, and idly yawned.
Two other Snow Mosquitoes, each only ten feet long, nestled beside him.
"My king, let us return to the bedchamber!"
One of the Snow Mosquitoes spoke in a clear, sweet voice.
The Snow Mosquito King remained motionless, his enormous mouthparts resting on the ice before him, looking utterly listless.
"Enough. You two go back first!"
He said only that before falling silent again, gazing downward through drooping eyelids.
The two Snow Mosquitoes, as crystalline as ice sculptures, knew their