"Xiangyu, quickly swallow this Immortal Pill, it will surely save you." Shi Feiyang's voice carried a hint of reverent hope as he carefully placed the pill into her mouth, gently tapping her lips so it slid down into her stomach.
He held her tightly, step by step heading towards their home in the mountain forest, each step leaving deep footprints in the snow, only to be soon covered by new snow.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the snowy plains, the four Elders of the Wuyue Clan were gathering strength to strike. Elder Xuanming's bone flute glimmered with a ghostly light, the Blood Evil Elder's chain still stained with fresh blood, Earth Split Elder's palms were inscribed with glowing runes, and Elder Wu Yin's figure seemed to be there and yet not there.
