Yan Xiao glanced at Gu Lan, and in the dim sky, his silver hair fluttered, and his crimson eyes exuded a sickly beauty. He didn't speak but carried Gu Lan as they flew through the sky.
Gu Lan felt the bone-chilling wind that nearly froze her face. The tears she had shed while looking at the sword's golden radiance earlier were now made even colder by the wind.
Despite the darkness that seemed to consume all life in this place, Gu Lan was filled with excitement, like a curious baby trying to open her eyes wide to see everything.
Yan Xiao had not expected this reaction from Gu Lan.
The entire world seemed to be plunging into darkness, about to devour all the creatures within. However, Gu Lan was still enthusiastically observing everything.
As the two flew through the sky, Yan Xiao noticed that the black wings behind him had gently wrapped around Gu Lan, protecting her like a precious treasure. In this icy world, Gu Lan's warmth stood out, incompatible with this world.