"It's Qingluan!"
The Wing Clan beast soldiers who had followed quickly stepped forward and pulled Qingluan, half-buried in the snow, out of the drift.
Yun Ji gathered a surge of power in his palm and gently infused it into Qingluan's body. A moment later, the snow beads frozen on Qingluan's face quickly melted, and color gradually returned to his pale cheeks. Qingluan's eyelashes fluttered before he slowly opened his eyes. As his gaze landed on Yun Ji and the others, he looked utterly bewildered.
"Am I hallucinating again? How could I be seeing the Holy Priest here..."
Just as Qingluan muttered and was about to close his eyes again, Yun Ji's cold, clear voice rang in his ears. "It's me."
Qingluan's eyes snapped open. He stared at Yun Ji in astonishment, then looked at the beast soldiers supporting him. "Holy Priest, it really is you!"
Yun Ji gave a slight nod. "What happened to you? How did you end up falling onto the snow mountain?"
