"Quickly."
The taciturn blue-clothed stranger suddenly spoke. "Wuqiong Bi has assuredly sensed that his life has been extinguished."
As experts of the Divine Domain, Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi had assuredly left an imprint on their son's sea of consciousness as a final guarantee of his safety.
The stranger's Qi could cut off all activity within this restaurant, as well as the cold Qi released by Mu Jiushi, from the world, but it could not cut off a connection created by true blood, between souls.
Mu Jiushi was roused from her somewhat perplexed mood and lightly flicked her finger.
A gentle wind rose from her fingertip and fell on Bie Tianxin's body.
With a rustle, the ice sculpture collapsed into countless shards, which were then ground by the wind into tiny crystalline grains.
The blue-clothed stranger stretched out his hand and took those grains on the floor into his sleeve, and then left the restaurant with Mu Jiushi.
