Qian Jiangyue looked at the two people, and at this moment, no matter what they were saying or whatever strange expressions they had, he wouldn't interrupt, unless the two in front of him were in danger.
Undoubtedly, the two had remembered something again.
Something related to the Cui Si ruins.
The wind brushed through his hair, yet it did nothing to provide warmth.
The temperature was dropping, becoming increasingly unbearable.
Beyond the harsh environment, they now had to deal with another issue, sleep.
Simply sitting in quiet meditation was not enough for a good recovery of their bodies.
Qian Jiangyue took a deep breath.
He had some guesses.
If the Eye of Transparency could possibly be a relic of the Cui Si Clan, then Chen Youqin and Fei and Qie, chosen by the Eye, came here perhaps due to the directive of the Cui Si Clan.
He retracted his thoughts.
This was a more typical conjecture, but the problem was the situation might not be as such.
