Mistress, I Was Wrong

Chapter 211

As soon as the topographic map was completed, the old man urgently wanted to retrieve the True Eye for himself.

However, Qian Wanyu intercepted him, and Toothless reclaimed the dragon pill, counterattacking with a strike that trapped the injured in a series of flames.

Due to the successive avalanches and the undying golden flames, fear crept into their hearts, making them retreat like turtles into their shells.

Once Dongfang Minghui finished her sketch, she realized that Seventh Sister and Toothless had already subdued the group with astonishing speed.

She looked at her sketch repeatedly and found that the path they had taken was indeed correct, and they were currently at the foot of the Ice Lotus Mountain.

This made the group's scheming even more apparent, as it was difficult to distinguish between the fake and the real True Eye.

"You broke your promise," the old man said, his face wrinkled with anger, making his already haggard appearance even more unsightly.

Qian Wanyu smirked mockingly, "Don't rush.

You think the verification of the True Eye is over, but I still need to confirm it.

"What do you mean?"

"I seem to know more about the True Eye than you do.

If the True Eye is stained with someone's blood, it can help find their closest kin, making it quite spiritual."

After speaking, Qian Wanyu bit her finger, and a drop of blood was flicked into the True Eye.

The once clear eye, now stained with blood, looked somewhat terrifying, as if it were shedding bloody tears, evoking sympathy.

It resembled the fake True Eye closely, but its form was not as horrifying as before.

"Coincidentally, my mother is within a hundred miles.

If this is the legendary True Eye, it should quickly find my mischievous mother."

"You—"

Qian Wanyu tossed the True Eye into the air again.

The eye cleared up, seemingly absorbing the blood Seventh Sister had just shed, though it was unclear how.

Mu Sheng widened his eyes and nudged Minghui, who was craning her neck to watch intently, whispering, "Is what Wanyu just said true? Can it really find someone?"

Dongfang Minghui looked at him blankly, scratching her head.

Seventh Sister's words should be true; otherwise, why would Qian Ma insist on having the True Eye and say she wanted to find Seventh Sister's father? "Sigh—"

"Why the sigh? The True Eye is moving.

Let's follow it."

The True Eye, floating in mid-air, rotated 360 degrees before stopping in the northwest direction, the path Qian Ma had suggested they take separately.

Qian Wanyu was shocked but maintained her composure, calmly following the floating True Eye, releasing just enough spiritual power to support it.

"This is absurd.

You're just trying to seize the True Eye," the old man ranted, attacking from behind, only to be lightly blocked by Toothless, who disdainfully pointed at the black mist emanating from him.

"Don't show such disgusting things.

Do you think I'm really afraid of you? The True Eye was auctioned to us.

If it's real, it should belong to us.

We're just verifying its authenticity.

Once that's done, it will be returned to you."

"I don't believe it."

"You old ghost, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit," Toothless snapped, her anger flaring, releasing a large amount of flame that carved a deep mark on the ground like a white horse.

This was followed by violent shaking and snowballs rolling down from the Ice Lotus Mountain.

"Heavens, don't move," Dongfang Minghui shouted, almost kissing the ground as she struggled to stand.

"Do you want to be buried alive by this snow mountain?"

Toothless, scolded, pouted in grievance, "Who told this old ghost to cause trouble?"

The old man, also frightened by the falling snowballs, was already psychologically scarred by the frequent tremors.

"In the Ice Lotus Mountain, remember not to shout or fight, or you'll be buried in snow."

"Yes, Sorcerer."

Qian Wanyu smiled, waiting for the ground to stabilize before speaking, "If you're worried, follow us for now.

Once I find my mother, the item will be returned to you."

"Ah." Not returning it, right?

Little Fatty gaped at the floating True Eye, eager to reach out and play with it if possible.

"Ah." Right?

Little Bean Sprout wiggled its bud in agreement.

Dongfang Minghui, unaware of the tacit understanding between the two little creatures, couldn't help but laugh at their harmonious interaction.

"Seventh Sister, let's hurry.

It'll be inconvenient after dark."

"Okay."

The old man, helpless, looked back at his subordinates trapped in the fire, unable to utter a word, and said, "Even so, release my men to show sincerity in our cooperation."

Toothless, seemingly indifferent, said, "Sorry, I forgot.

But they look so frail, I thought the flames would keep them warm."

The old man's mouth twitched slightly.

These flames could burn one's soul, yet they were for warmth?

"Toothless, release them."

"Okay." Toothless pouted, reluctantly withdrawing the dazzling golden flames.

"Don't blame me if it gets cold later."

The group followed the True Eye and found a corner of a tent.

Dongfang Minghui quickly ran over, tugging at it but unable to move it.

Lien and Mu Sheng rushed to help, managing to pull out a tent buried in the snow.

The tent, completely buried by snow, was well-preserved, though its support frame was broken, likely collapsing under the weight of an avalanche and then covered by snow over several days.

"It seems Lahan and Chengjiang were buried by the snow too."

"Uh—"

Little Miao used his hands to clear the snow, pulling out another corner of the tent.

Toothless, seeing his small arms and legs, lent a hand.

Qian Wanyu, seeing them tidy up the tent, said, "There's another tent.

Search around.

We'll need to prepare for warmth in the coming days."

Even with full spiritual power, the cold of the Ice Lotus Mountain was unbearable.

Unexpectedly, they couldn't find the last tent after searching the area.

"Let's go."

"Seventh Sister, this path seems a bit off."

Qian Wanyu glanced at the True Eye, whispering, "The snow covered the road.

Perhaps Mother and Uncle got lost in the snow, taking a wrong turn."

Toothless followed closely behind the old ghost, playing with small flames in her hand.

Though the flames seemed weak, their heat was palpable from behind.

The old man didn't dare to move his neck, his slightly dazed eyes looking down everywhere.

Lian held a bow and arrow, aiming at the group, walking at the back with Mu Sheng.

The Eye of Truth led them to an empty snowy field, hovering in mid-air.

The old man was overjoyed at the sight, just about to ask for the Eye of Truth, but the words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't get them out.

"Strange, why is there no one here?"

"Mom, Uncle."

Toothless looked around, seeing no one, unless there was a hole or a place to hide from the wind and rain.

Little Fatty, with sharp eyes, ran ahead, leaving footprints in the snow with his chubby little feet.

"Little Fatty."

Qian Wanyu released her spiritual power, but the Eye of Truth didn't move, so she quickly took it back into her hand.

"You, since you've found the place, return the Eye of Truth." The old man saw Qian Wanyu taking the Eye of Truth and concluded that she was unwilling to give it to him, so he became anxious.

"No way." Qian Wanyu glanced at him indifferently, "I advise you, taking action won't benefit you.

Moreover, any action could cause an avalanche on Ice Lotus Mountain.

If you want to test the power of the snowball, go ahead and try."

"Yeah." Toothless gloated, "If the snowball collapses, we'll all be buried under the snow."

The old man knew it was true.

Just a little movement earlier had caused a lot of snowballs to roll down from Ice Lotus Mountain.

They had seen those massive snowballs crashing at the cave entrance before, so they didn't dare to act rashly.

"Ah, ah." Little Fatty, holding the Tianyin Helmet, walked quickly, pulling a piece of clothing from the edge of a sunken hole in the snow.

The clothing had a trace of blood, already frozen, cold to the touch.

"Let me see."

Qian Wanyu, with her good memory, quickly recognized the clothing fragment as part of Zilan's dress.

"Seventh sister, whose clothes are these from?"

"Sister Zilan."

Mu Sheng also quickly recognized it.

Because Uncle often looked for Qian Yiling, he became familiar with Zilan over time, naturally recognizing it quickly, "Did something happen to them?"

Toothless snatched the clothing piece, brushed off the snow marks cleanly, and sniffed it lightly, "If she's injured, the blood scent hasn't dissipated, I can find her."

"Okay."

Toothless sniffed twice, then quickly turned and headed in another direction.

Qian Wanyu didn't rush to follow but stood in place, looking around.

Dongfang Minghui, thinking she was worried about her mother, softly comforted, "Seventh sister, with Mom and Uncle's skills, ordinary people can't hurt them."

At most, they might be buried by a snowball.

Dongfang Minghui racked her brain to think of something to comfort Seventh sister, but found herself not very good with words.

Qian Wanyu, seeing her troubled expression, patiently said, "I'm just thinking, in such an urgent situation, if I were Mom, where would I choose to hide?"

"Huh?"

"Thinking it over, only underground seems safer." Qian Wanyu said directly, "This place is higher than where we came from.

During an avalanche, the snowballs come fiercely.

It's too late to dig a hole out of nowhere, so they can only head to higher ground."

Dongfang Minghui followed Seventh sister thoughtfully, looking up, indeed finding a place higher than anywhere else, but below it was a vast ice river.

"Not there."

"Hmm?"

Qian Wanyu calculated based on the timing of the avalanche they experienced, "That place is likely the first place Mom and Uncle hid."

Just like when they left the cave, before they could react, they faced a second wave of heavy snow, "Mom and Uncle might have gone back to find us, but the tent was buried by snow, and then they—"

Could they have encountered Lahan and Cheng Jiang in between?

"Hey—" Toothless shouted, quickly realizing the ground shook a bit, scaring her into silence, waving at the two.

Qian Wanyu held the other's hand, rushing towards them, "Did you find anything?"

Toothless pursed her lips, having melted the surrounding snow with flames, revealing a hole big enough for one person to enter, "I confirmed it, the blood scent comes from here, maybe your mom and the others are here."

Qian Wanyu glanced, "I'll go down and check, you wait for me up here."

"No way."

Dongfang Minghui and the old man almost simultaneously opposed.

She worried about danger below, wanting to go with Seventh sister.

The old man worried Qian Wanyu would run off with the Eye of Truth.

Qian Wanyu took out the Eye of Truth, tossing it to the old man, "Alright, here's your thing back, any more objections?"

The old man turned the Eye of Truth over and over, looking worried they had swapped it.

Everyone was angry at his petty behavior.

Dongfang Minghui sarcastically remarked, "You've got your thing, seen the map, now you can leave."

"Hey, girl, you shouldn't say that…" The old man just posed to lecture, but no one paid attention.

Qian Wanyu whispered, "You keep an eye on them up here, Seventh sister will be back soon."

Dongfang Minghui glared at the old man, nervously holding Qian Wanyu's sleeve, "Seventh sister, I'll stay up here, but let Little Colour go with you, if anything's wrong, let it pull you up."

"No need."

With that, Qian Wanyu squeezed her body and quickly jumped into the hole.

Dongfang Minghui turned around, glaring at the old man, "What are you looking at?"

Little Fatty went to the hole, making noises, wanting to go down, but Toothless pulled him back, "She'll be up soon, why are you going to join the fun?"

Toothless guessed right, Qian Wanyu soon came up, bringing an unconscious person, followed by Qian Yiling and Qian Ziyan, "Ninth Sister."

"Sister Zilan."

"Mm."

Dongfang Minghui was busy checking her injuries, carefully examining while instructing, "Seventh sister, set up the tent to block the wind, lay out the bedding, and let Sister Zilan lie down later."

Mu Sheng and Lien quickly reassembled the tent, but the original tent poles were broken, so the newly set-up tent was missing parts, not as spacious, and was crooked, almost collapsing in the wind.

But at this moment, no one cared.

After Qian Wanyu laid out the bedding, she even let Little Fatty lie on it for a while to warm up the cold bedding.

Zilan had already fainted, her face pale enough to rival the white snow.

Dongfang Minghui checked her pulse, which was very weak.

She then sent the men out, leaving only Toothless, Seventh sister, and Qian Yiling in the tent.

Without hesitation, she opened Zilan's clothes and found the most fatal wound on her back, a diagonal cut about thirty to forty centimeters long.

"Mom, who attacked her from behind?"

The attack was ruthless, clearly intending to take her life.

"Zilan took the hit for me, she suffered because of me."

"I see."

Qian Wanyu noticed Qian Yiling's exhausted expression and gently patted her shoulder, "Mom, I can handle this.

If you can't bear to watch, you should rest for a while."

Qian Yiling shook her head lightly, "Those three are not true members of the Night Fox clan, they harbor ill intentions.

They followed us to seize the map."

Qian Wanyu gave her a light hug, "Are those two dead?"

"No, during the fight, the ground suddenly shook, and Zilan was seriously injured.

After discussing with your uncle, we decided to hide here for now." She thought, once the situation outside improved, they would go out to find them.

However, Zilan's condition kept worsening, and they delayed until now.

"I see," Dongfang Minghui murmured.

"Xiao Jiu, has Zilan's condition changed?"

There was a change.

Dongfang Minghui had been puzzled by why Sister Zilan's body temperature was so low, and she finally found the reason.

Fortunately, she had experience in this area and knew that there was a type of injury that caused great pain, one caused by an ice-type Spiritual Master.

Initially, she thought the injury was due to the low surrounding temperature, but after pressing lightly, she discovered it was an ice-type injury caused by those little people.

"Mom, did you see the weapon they used?"

"It was an ice blade."

"Mm."

From there, it was easier.

Dongfang Minghui quickly extracted the ice shards embedded in Zilan's body, and blood gushed out, splattering her face, but the blood wasn't as cold as before.

Dongfang Minghui didn't even have time to wipe it off, her lips moved, "Seventh sister, give me the special potion I just made."

Qian Wanyu, understanding, handed her a porcelain bottle, then used her sleeve to wipe the other person's face before letting go, "Do you need cotton cloth, alcohol?"

"Yes."

The two of them spoke naturally, and their cooperation was seamless.

Qian Yiling, initially worried about Zilan, who had been with her for a long time and took a fatal blow for her, was distracted by the harmonious interaction between the two.

Although she knew they were fond of each other, it was her first time encountering a same-sex couple.

Curious, she watched intently.

"Seventh sister, let Little Fatty lie with Sister Zilan for a while."

"Are you asking her to lie with her?"

Lie with her? The term from Seventh sister's mouth was quite novel.

Dongfang Minghui blinked, pretending to be profound, "Seventh sister, Little Fatty definitely won't be willing, you have to bribe her well."

Dongfang Minghui considered using snow or alcohol to help raise the body temperature, but then thought, in this cold weather, if it didn't work, it would be another hassle.

It was better to use the ready-made heater to warm the bedding.

Dongfang Minghui guessed right.

Qian Wanyu called Little Fatty over and explained the situation.

Little Fatty's black eyes blinked at her but didn't take the medicinal plants she offered, "Little Fatty, how about two medicinal plants?"

Little Bean Sprout's bud shook, as if saying—no.

"Three?"

After Dongfang Minghui finished treating Sister Zilan's wound, "Let Little White Ball lie next to Sister Zilan, its body temperature is very high."

Qian Wanyu saw Little Fatty refusing to budge and said helplessly, "That's the only way."

She was about to take back the medicinal plants when Little Fatty snatched them, quickly stuffing them into her mouth, and crawled into the bedding, placing the Tianyin helmet in the middle.

Dongfang Minghui shook her head, "Little Fatty, you can't put Little Bean Sprout there."

Qian Wanyu realized, Little Fatty had become clever, bargaining in another way.

Her beautiful eyes glanced between Little Fatty and the Little Bean Sprout, agreeing, "I think putting the Little Bean Sprout with me, I'll take good care of it."

Little Bean Sprout, which had been swaying, froze upon hearing this.

Little Fatty quickly crawled out of the bedding, holding the Tianyin helmet protectively.

Dongfang Minghui couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Alright, Little Fatty, lie back down.

Little Bean Sprout is yours, no one will take it.

The warmth you built up is all gone."

"Ah ah." Keeping her word.

"Yes, yes, lie back down."

Only then did Little Fatty obediently lie down, placing the Tianyin helmet by her head, her black grape-like eyes staring at the ancient patterns on the helmet.

"Sister Zilan's injury is not serious, but it depends on her recovery.

It's best for her to lie down today.

If she doesn't have a fever overnight, she might wake up tomorrow," Dongfang Minghui said, preparing to go out for some fresh air.

The tent had become very narrow, with many people, making it stuffy.

Qian Yiling sat nearby, watching over them.

After they left, she remembered something and quickly called them back.

"Big brother's arm was also accidentally scratched by them, Xiao Jiu, please take a look."

"Alright."

Dongfang Minghui hadn't had the chance to approach Uncle Wood as an alchemist.

Hearing her mother's instructions, she was eager to try.

Uncle Wood was the only living dead who had regained his sanity.

His research value was higher than anyone else's.

Qian Wanyu noticed her eyes shining, opened wider than usual, "Are you happy?"

Dongfang Minghui pursed her lips, quickly suppressing the smile on her face, "Seventh sister, if I tell you, don't get mad."

"Silly, without your previous ruthless act of cutting flesh, Uncle wouldn't be in such good shape today.

If you want to ask, just ask properly."

"Seventh sister, you're wise."

Qian Wanyu pinched her nose hard, then accompanied her to find Qian Ziyan.

Qian Ziyan was standing in front of the ice river, with the huge iron box on his back as usual.

He only turned around when he heard footsteps, and upon seeing the two, he asked, "How is Zilan?"

"If there's no fever today, she'll wake up tomorrow."

"That's good."

Qian Ziyan saw they had no intention of leaving, "Is there anything else?"

"Mother said your arm was injured."

"Uncle Wood, I want to give you a proper check-up."

Qian Ziyan intended to refuse, but when he saw Dongfang Minghui's hopeful expression, he extended his arm, "It's nothing serious, but since you're worried, take a good look to see if there's any problem."

The arm Qian Ziyan extended had a noticeable red mark on the wrist, like a red string tied around it, looking quite familiar.

She frowned, even reaching out to touch it, "Uncle, when did you get this mark?" She remembered that apart from a piece of flesh accidentally cut off by Lu Xing back then, there was nothing else on this arm—

But she couldn't continue, because the inside of Uncle's arm was smooth and unscarred, the previous scars had disappeared without a trace.

"What?" Qian Wanyu asked curiously, seeing her strange expression.

"Uncle, when did the scars on your arm disappear?"

"Scars?"

Qian Ziyan's surprise was even greater than Qian Wanyu's, "Where are the scars? Since I woke up, apart from a mysterious red mark on my wrist, there have been no other scars."

Dongfang Minghui rubbed her head, unable to help but doubt, could it be her memory was wrong?

She then checked the injury on Qian Ziyan's arm again, this time even more amazed, "The wound doesn't seem serious."

The wound was somewhat similar to the ones on Zilan, a large scratch, but Uncle's wound had almost healed, "Uncle, your body's recovery ability seems very strong, did you eat something?"

Qian Ziyan shook his head, "No."

"Okay."

Dongfang Minghui left with a heavy heart, Qian Wanyu glanced at her, "Uncle, there's one more thing I need to tell you."

Qian Ziyan put down his sleeve, glanced at the group of people being closely guarded by Toothless, "Is there news about the Eye of Truth?"

"Yes, the Eye of Truth in that person's hand is real.

I used the method you taught me, and the Eye of Truth brought us here, that's how we found you."

"Is it really that magical?"

"Yes."

Qian Ziyan asked a few more questions, and their conversation ended.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Minghui was somewhat absent-minded, almost bumping into Lien who came to find her, "Sorcerer, what's wrong with you?"

Dongfang Minghui was pondering the cost of a living dead turning back into a normal person.

Besides her blood, why would a body that had dried up from the inside out have such a strong recovery ability?

"Strange, could it be that my blood not only has the power to bring the dead back to life but also revitalizes a person from the inside out?"

"You're overthinking it." Little Colour coldly interrupted her wild thoughts in the soul sea.

Dongfang Minghui also felt she was overthinking, "But, do you remember the scar on Uncle Wood's body?"

Back then, Lu Xing had cut off a piece of skin and flesh from Uncle Wood's wrist.

At that time, Uncle's body was already in a necrotic state, so the scar was very hideous, and she was sure it couldn't possibly recover.

But, unexpectedly, over the years, Uncle not only regained his sanity, but his body no longer had that corpse stench, and his body's repair function had returned to normal, no, even faster than a normal person's repair function.

In just a few days, the wound had healed, leaving only a red mark.

"Speaking of which, it's strange, the red mark on Uncle's wrist looks very much like the whisker given to me by the Child Immortal Body Ancestor."

As soon as she mentioned this, Dongfang Minghui immediately felt a pang of heartache.

That whisker given by the Child Immortal Body Ancestor was well-nurtured, could be infinitely extended, and used to save many people, but… "Little Colour, do you remember where that little radish ran off to?"

"I don't remember."

"If I had known, I should have tied it up with a red string." At least it wouldn't have gone missing.

"Sorcerer, are you okay?"

Lien saw her in a daze, called her several times before she came to her senses.

Dongfang Minghui absent-mindedly looked at him for a long time before saying, "Lien, is there something you need from me?"

Lien smiled honestly, revealing eight white teeth.

"Ninth Sister."

"Seventh sister, have you finished talking with Uncle?"

"Yes, Seventh sister has something to ask you.

Come with me." Qian Wanyu pulled her aside to a secluded spot for five people and asked in a low voice, "You seem distracted.

Is there something wrong with Uncle?"

Dongfang Minghui didn't know how to explain, "The changes in Uncle are good, maybe he had some fortuitous encounter.

But I find it strange.

Uncle has been a living dead for over a decade, yet, as you saw, his wounds are healing well."

"Since Uncle returned to the Qian Family, he hasn't had any encounters," Qian Wanyu said confidently.

"You can ask Mu Sheng, he knows this too."

"That makes it even more inexplicable."

There must be a cause for every effect, but she couldn't find the cause, which was troubling.

"If we could solve the mystery of Uncle Wood, maybe we could save other living dead in the future.

It's a pity." She had no clues.

"Alright, take it slow, don't rush." Qian Wanyu patted her little head.

"Once Zilan's injuries stabilize, we can set off for Ice Lotus Mountain."

"Are we going to the mountain top that Lien mentioned last time?"

"If it's on the way, we'll make a trip."

Dongfang Minghui looked at her puzzled, "Seventh sister, do you suspect—" Lien?

"Minghui, Wanyu, the adults want you to come over, Zilan's condition doesn't seem good."

"Okay."

Interrupted so suddenly, Dongfang Minghui couldn't remember what she was about to say.

She quickly followed Mu Sheng into the tent, where Little Fatty had already left the bedding and was obediently holding Little Bean Sprout nearby.

She touched it and shivered; the temperature was shockingly hot.

"Men, please leave."

Qian Wanyu saw her struggling to turn over and helped her.

The wound that had been treated with medicine was faintly red.

She heard Ninth Sister muttering, "It really is troublesome."

Qian Yiling anxiously waited on the side, wanting to speak but seeing the other busy with pills and applying medicine.

She waited until everything was done.

"Xiao Jiu, how is Zilan now?"

"The delay has been a bit long." Dongfang Minghui leaned against the person behind her.

"Mother, do you know if Uncle has had any fortuitous encounters recently?"

The topic jumped quickly, and Qian Wanyu was stunned, rubbing her hair.

"If you're tired, rest against Seventh sister for a while.

I'll watch over Zilan."

Qian Yiling was also confused by the question.

"Did something happen to your uncle?"

"Mother, don't overthink it.

Ninth Sister just has some questions she can't figure out."

"Oh."

"Uncle's hand wounds have healed," Qian Wanyu added.

The person in her arms soon breathed steadily, and Qian Wanyu made a shushing gesture to Qian Yiling.

Qian Yiling saw her daughter gently holding the person in her arms, patting rhythmically.

That gentle demeanor was only seen when the two were alone.

She quickly left the tent, leaving the space for the two of them.

"Little Fatty, come here."

Qian Wanyu took out the bedding she had prepared from her space.

Little Fatty was smart, helping her spread the bedding and even rolling around in it, not getting up.

He blinked at the Ninth Sister in her hands.

"This isn't your sleeping place."

As if she didn't know that last time this little guy coaxed Toothless to squeeze Ninth Sister in the middle while she was away.

Once was an accident, twice, she wouldn't allow it.

"You can sleep here, but Little Bean Sprout stays with me.

I saw an ice river outside, and the Tianyin helmet is dirty.

It's time for a good wash."

Little Bean Sprout stood at attention.

The Tianyin helmet stood up automatically.

Little Fatty quickly hugged the Tianyin helmet, his dark eyes filled with hostility as he looked at her.

Qian Wanyu placed the person in the bedding warmed by Little Fatty.

Dongfang Minghui just nestled into the bedding and fell asleep.

She sat beside her, checking Zilan's condition every incense stick time.

The night passed silently, with snow falling all night.

The three of them and Little Fatty shared a tent.

The others squeezed into another tent, spending the night peacefully.

"Young master."

"Zilan, you're awake." Qian Wanyu first checked her pulse, then touched her forehead.

These actions were learned from Dongfang Minghui and were well-practiced.

"Do you have the strength to get up?"

"Yes."

Zilan was lying on her stomach, propping herself up with her elbows.

Qian Wanyu helped her up.

"Mother was very worried about you, always watching over you."

"There's no need to worry, Zilan's life is cheap.

I didn't expect to see the young master alive."

"Zilan."

Qian Yiling, hearing she was awake, was so excited her voice was louder.

Dongfang Minghui suddenly sat up from the bedding, looking dazedly ahead, only realizing after a while that the person was awake.

She quickly checked her.

"Zilan's injuries are no longer serious." As a pharmacist, Dongfang Minghui didn't agree with her continuing to climb Ice Lotus Mountain.

First, because her injuries needed time to heal, and second, because it was too dangerous.

No one knew what would happen next.

But they still had to care for a patient.

"I'll slowly help her recuperate on the way." She could only promise this.

After resting for half a day, they set off towards Ice Lotus Mountain.

The journey was slow due to caring for a patient.

Qian Wanyu and her group had some understanding of the snowy mountain and didn't agree with traveling at night.

At night, heavy snow could quickly turn a person into a snowman, and the blinding snow made it easy to lose the way.

So, every evening, they dug a hole to shelter from the snow.

That day, they dug a deep pit, tidied it up, and rested.

Dongfang Minghui liked to hold Little Fatty, a mobile heater.

Little Fatty also liked to lean against her, automatically adjusting the temperature, holding a bean sprout.

Mu Sheng shrank his neck, enduring the cold wind, enviously watching Minghui.

"If you're envious, you can hold Xiao Miao," Qian Ziyan suggested.

Mu Sheng looked at Little Fatty, then at Xiao Miao, quickly turning himself into a ninja turtle.

At night, everything was silent.

The snow outside fell quietly, and everyone was immersed in their own cultivation.

Suddenly, Lien opened his eyes, stood up, and swiftly jumped out of the pit they had dug.

Several people opened their eyes simultaneously.

Qian Wanyu glanced at Toothless, then quickly leaped out, following Lien's footsteps as he gradually disappeared into the heavy snow.

"Follow him, we might find the ice coffin he saw that day.

Be careful, this Ice Lotus Mountain is very dangerous," Qing Mo hesitated a bit in the soul sea.

"No problem."

Lien moved quickly up the Ice Lotus Mountain, with Qian Wanyu following closely.

However, the wind and snow blurred her vision, and with a slight distraction, she lost sight of the figure ahead.

Several times, she slipped and almost fell off the mountain.

"He is very familiar with this Ice Lotus Mountain."