The silver-haired man continued up the mountain step by step, his clear eyes gradually becoming clouded. "Even if you say that… you can't…"
In the end, his eyes completely lost focus and a dazed expression appeared on his face.
"Huh? Why do I have to walk to the summit?"
He suddenly realized this very serious problem.
He knocked on his own head a few times before splaying out a palm in front of him. A blue light flashed and materialized into a huge ice bird which appeared underfoot.
He rose into the air with the ice bird as his steed.
And so, the silver-haired man and An Lin once again had a chance encounter.
An Lin: "…"
It was over… How was he supposed to explain to him why he had returned…
The silver-haired man did not have any reaction to seeing An Lin as his face remained blank and expressionless.
An Lin felt as if the silver-haired man had changed somehow; he seemed to be a lot more cold and foreboding.