As Zhan Riyun's figure gradually disappeared from their sight as if he had just merged into the snow, Qing'er fell into deep thoughts. She then averted her gaze worriedly to her comrade Vermillion Bird who was still unconscious and injured all over.
It was the bird that was guarding the Heaven's Path. Different from Hell's Gate where it was shrouded by the cover of snowy Mingxi Mountain, the Heaven's Path laid on a land full of blooming flowers and floating butterfly. It was a place of sharp contrast against her barren land. Humans called it 'the land of paradise' for its beauty and sereneness.
She was worried that it couldn't cope with the cold and died frozen here.
"What do you think we should do—hmph!" Before she could ask for Yu Jian's opinion, the man had already wrapped his arms around her from behind, encasing her within his embrace as his body weight down on her, his head hanging low on her shoulder.