In the vast expanse of snow and wind.
Ye Xiaofan, hurrying towards the Icefield, slowly looked up. A snowflake melted into water, 'drip' falling into his eye.
At that moment, Ye Xiaofan seemed to see a tear sliding down Ye Xiaoyue's cheek, as if that extremely familiar call of 'Xiaofan' was echoing through the endless void, surging with an indescribable sorrow in his heart. For reasons unknown, a tear mysteriously slipped down Ye Xiaofan's own cheek.
"Young master, what's wrong?"
Beside Ye Xiaofan, Yunmo Baitian asked, unable to help himself, as the other abruptly halted his steps.
"It's nothing."
In response to Yunmo Baitian's inquiry, Ye Xiaofan gently shook his head, brushing it off as just being overly worried about his sister, therefore not thinking in other directions.
What concerned him most now was Ye Xiaoyue, wishing desperately to reach the Divine Maiden Sect immediately and rescue his sister from her dire plight.
