Ran Hou looked up, unsure why the powerful fairy was curious about this, but still replied, "It's the Illusory Snow Gate's millennial legacy technique, yet only the successive sect leaders may cultivate it. If the fairy would like..."
A struggle flashed through his eyes. How could a sect's inheritance be given out lightly? But compared to inheritance, the disciples of the entire mountain were more important.
Just a few months ago, he had narrowly escaped death in a battle between two great powers, a turtle and a man, and today he was targeted by Gui Zang Valley. If a mere sect technique could trade for the fairy's protection before his eyes, even if he would be known as the sect's prodigal son, what does it matter if he gave away the technique?
Before he had finished speaking, he saw the fairy before him vanish into thin air.
Gone?
Ran Hou was at a loss, but at that moment, he saw another fairy appearing out of the snowstorm in an extremely slow manner.
