A myriad of assumptions crept into Jing Ling's mind, trying to figure why the patrol units of Ice Disciples were located at the snow peaks' nest of Xuanbing.
'The juniors were the ones on patrol today…could they have gone to Xuanbing's nest by themselves?'
Han Xuezhong approached the Grandmaster, reaching him and clasping the back of his head to bring their foreheads to touch.
"You are fortunate to have someone as esteemed as…the man behind you," the progenitor of Ice remarked kindly, savouring a moment of bonding with his progeny. "The man behind you…the world and heavens have been cruel to him."
Han Xuezhong's soft icy blue eyes became taut as he reminisced the unfortunate tragedies he witnessed as an inhabitant of the Spirit plain. He closed his eyes tightly, shedding a single tear in mourning of the undeserved suffering Jing Ling underwent.
