The misty clouds were icy, and the snow continued to fall.
The white ray on the young Buddhist nun’s hand gradually faded, and eventually, it was extinguished. Xiaoxun’s injuries were healed. It flapped its bloody wings and flew over to Shen Lian when it saw him.
Qianmo saw Xiaoxun approaching them and did not entertain Xiaoxun. She even flapped her wings as a gesture for it to stay away.
The young girl looked at Shen Lian, and excitement surfaced in her eyes. She looked pleasantly surprised.
Shen Lian was curious but he chose to hold his tongue.
The young girl walked over. She seemed to be really young; her brows were like willow and her eyes were like a river. Song Qingyi addressed her as "Qixiu", and "xiu" described her perfectly.
"Qixiu Junior Apprentice-Sister, this is my good friend Shen Lian, and he is also a disciple of Qing Xuan Daoist sect," Song Qingyi spoke as he pointed at Shen Lian.