Older Tiger Zhao appeared as though he had brushed against the edge of an ice-type divine inheritance… and sacrificed half his sanity in return.
Elder Bai Qingshui narrowed his eyes slightly.
He was not one to judge the habits of others…
But the way this man was treating that cold thing…
As if it was some heavenly-grade alchemical ingredient that could temper the body, soul, and mind all at once.
A quiet note was made in Elder Bai Qingshui's mind.
Try the thing that man is holding.
Because if someone that powerful looked that far gone…
Then perhaps that strange treat was no mere dessert -
It might just be a treasure cultivators would one day kill each other over.
Elder Bai Qingshui stepped through the doorway.
Gone.
"…"
The store grew quiet.
Lin Yijun and Xiao Lianfeng remained frozen - gazing at the now-closed exit, as if it might open again and suck them in next.
Lin Yijun sighed deeply. Long, defeated.
