"There shouldn't be a problem, but let's walk slowly. I still feel like something isn't right." After pausing for a moment, Nie Yun saw the Hell Cold Stream appear again. A faint smile touched his lips as he gently warned the others and continued forward.
"Aaargh..."
They had only taken a few steps when they heard a tragic scream. The group turned to see Venerable Xintu instantly frozen into a solid lump of ice. In less than two breaths, his breathing stopped, and he was completely dead!
"Xintu? Venerable Xintu... I told you to be careful! To think you'd still run into the Hell Cold Stream... your luck is just terrible!"
Seeing that Tuxin had been killed by his machinations, Nie Yun sneered inwardly. Outwardly, however, he sighed in feigned sympathy for him.
