It was just like his bloodline. He had been imprinted with an unerasable mark since he was born in the Nangong Family.
In that case, how could a single sentence change Nangong Tian's mind?
Nangong Mu stopped focusing on this question, because he had diverted all his concentration towards the fruit at the treetop.
He was moving so quickly and nimbly even in the snow. However, it would still take some time for him to reach the top of this sky-scraping tree.
10 minutes passed…
An hour passed…
Nangong Mu couldn't see the figure standing at the root of the tree anymore because the aura around him was getting thicker.
On the other hand, the crystal-clear fruit was getting closer.
Nangong Mu eventually stopped when he was about 10 meters away from the fruit. That was because there was a golden condor-like creature resting on a branch above the fruit. Its jade-green eyes were staring at Nangong Mu fiercely.
