For the past two years, he had watched Zi Xiao walk mechanically; many times, he wanted to go up to him and call him back, but was stopped in his tracks by the Death Qi emanating from his entire being. He even felt that if he didn't let Zi Xiao continue his march, Zi Xiao might never walk again.
Finally, with a 'plop', Zi Xiao collapsed in the snow. Ci Hun saw Zi Xiao fall and quickly flew over, lifting him up and brushing off the snowflakes that clung to his pale face. Looking at his white hair and tightly furrowed brows, he sighed, holding him as he flew towards the Royal Palace.
Qie Yue and the others were inside the palace, watching the heavy snow that had fallen for two years straight and couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for their protection with Spiritual Power, the palace would have likely turned into a snow-buried Royal Palace by now.
