Sitting inside the cave watching the falling snow, it felt like a thin curtain was hanging.
Xu Xiangqian, with a grass rope carrying fish, came with the snow.
"Instructor Zhao..." His voice was low and quite sorrowful as he said, "I have to... leave for a while."
Zhao Wuyan looked at him calmly and said, "Alright."
In this Snow Ridge of the Sky Stele, all Divine Power Techniques are suppressed, cold and solitary, Frost Blade Soul Cutting, indeed a place of suffering.
It made sense if Xu Xiangqian couldn't bear it and wanted to leave.
There's no need to behave like a child about it.
Is this worth shedding tears over?
Xu Xiangqian had the intention to throw himself into Instructor Zhao's arms for a bit of warmth, but seeing Zhao Wuyan's eyes, he dared not act rashly.
He lowered his head and walked inside: "I'll cook this fish for you first, Instructor."
Zhao Wuyan was about to say "No need," but then thought it unnecessary to say even that.
