"Brother He, think that kid has died yet? Based on what you said, if you can't even resist the extreme cold there, I refuse to believe that kid was unaffected!"
Doubt covered Taciturn's face as he asked the question. He didn't want to make a pointless trip there. After all, the Ancient Wasteland was a high-level map, fraught with danger. He could die at any moment. If he didn't hate that jerk so much, he wouldn't have gotten involved in this messy situation!
"I already sent someone to guard the safe zone in Imperial City. Spilt Water Can't Be Regained is easy to recognize, so there's no chance he slipped past us. If I didn't get any news, it would mean that the guy probably isn't dead yet!"
Crane That Doesn't Dance spoke with an expressionless face, finding it hard to believe that he had died in such a suffocatingly cold death. What he couldn't accept even more was the fact that the kid could outlast him in terms of endurance!