North Ice Plain, Wolf God Valley, rear mountain.
In the Wolf Clan Holy Spring, a young boy sits cross-legged, guarded day and night by Wolf Clan warriors, each warrior's face filled with a solemn and deadly aura, not daring to slack off.
Suddenly.
A figure slowly approaches from the distance, causing the expressions of the Wolf Clan warriors present to soften.
"Has Wei Ya come to tend to the Young Master again?"
"Yes. The Great Elder asked me to check on how the Young Master is doing."
The Wolf Clan girl, Yanran, smiles as she walks over with a bamboo basket, squatting next to the Holy Spring.
In the spring, the young boy, with only his head above the water surface, is fully immersed. His body glistens like jade, with the essence of the Wolf Clan Holy Spring gathering towards him like specks of stars.
Wei Ya stares at Lin Fan's face for a few seconds before she sighs gently, picking up a handkerchief to gently wipe his face.
