After a head count, over thirty people remained in the old town. This devastation had taken a heavy toll on them, leaving those still alive to wail bitterly in grief.
Du Changhui sighed heavily, swallowed down his distress, and spoke to Lin Xi: "We've followed you here, all our hopes rest with you. We cannot be let down, you must lead us to eternal youth."
Lin Xi did not respond, but only nodded. She understood that the people of the old town were not loyal to her, but to the prospect of eternal youth. Should she betray them, they would retaliate violently.
Elsewhere, Du Jun was massaging Qin Jia's hands and feet and checking for injuries, displaying an air of gentle care. He seemed indifferent to the heavy blows suffered by the people of the old town.
Ouyang Jin looked on at the scene with anxiety, "This is bad, this is bad. All our things are buried under the snow. We've lost our tents and supplies. What are we going to do now?"
