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Chapter 4415: Loneliness

The boat docked, and everyone followed, stepping onto the thick, snow-covered beach.

Qiao Mu casually put away her Chixiao Canglang and looked around. It was an empty, desolate island, bare and seemingly stretching to its end at a glance. This area of desolate islands was all connected to the Snow Ridge Sacred Land, probably sharing the same topography. Due to the extremely low temperature, there was hardly any vegetation on the island; everything was a vast expanse of white, and the snow crunched underfoot.

The deeper they went towards the island's center, the heavier the snow became.

Everyone followed the little girl, and gradually noticed that the little poker-faced girl was deliberately stepping out two rows of small footprints, as if she was having a lot of fun.

This was too obvious. Everyone else, with their cultivation, left no trace in the snow. Yet, this one would deliberately make a small hole with each step, struggle to pull her lower leg out of the snow pit, then sink in again, pull out again...

Young Master Ding couldn't help but chuckle. "Didn't she play with snowmen when she was little?"

The little poker-faced girl ignored him, continuing on her own path, one footprint at a time. She lifted her skirt a few inches with her small hand, made a small footprint, and continued forward.

When she was little, the sect's mountain was covered in snow year-round. Murong Xun would lead her, leaving two rows of footprints on the snow-covered peak. The little poker-faced girl would then follow behind, stepping hard into her footprints.

Seeing her playing happily by herself, everyone couldn't help but feel a childlike urge. They followed the little poker-faced girl, haphazardly stepping on the snow, and soon, a vast expanse of white snow was trampled into a mess of footprints.

"Two tens of thousands of people gathered here, why isn't there any sign of human activity?" The little poker-faced girl suddenly stopped and turned to ask.

Twenty thousand people were not a small number. Even if they were all experts above the Spiritual Realm Level Twelve, leaving no trace in the snow would be one thing, but it was impossible for twenty thousand people to pass through and leave no sign at all.

Young Master Ding smiled, slowly stepping forward through the snow. "Follow me."

The little poker-faced girl lifted her small foot, hesitated for less than a second, then followed closely, her small eyes glancing at Young Master Ding. "Did you... truly live here when you were little?"

"I've never lied to you," Ding Yun turned and looked at her deeply.

Qiao Mu snorted, lifted both her small legs, and leaped heavily forward. "You were so small back then, how did you survive on an island like this?"

"Have you eaten sea fish?" Young Master Ding asked, turning his head. "It's fishy and bland, completely tasteless. I ate it for three years."

Qiao Mu suddenly looked at him, a chill running down her spine. This Ding Ziyan was truly crazy; it was bad enough she suffered herself, but why did she have to drag her own son into it? This woman truly never knew how to care for her son.

"I was four years old then."

"It was so unpalatable," Ding Yun turned to look at her again, giving a charming smile. "Sigh, it wasn't until I was seven that I realized there were far, far too many things in this world tastier than sea fish."

The little poker-faced girl stopped. "You? Just lived on this island."

"Pretty much," Ding Yun shrugged. "I don't remember clearly. Aren't all the desolate islands here the same? Snow everywhere, overgrown with weeds, and withered vines all over."

"You..." The little poker-faced girl seemed about to say something, but in the end, she merely glanced at him and remained silent.

Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable and Crown Prince Mo walked side by side, following a distance behind the two. Everyone present was a high-level cultivator, so despite the distance, they could hear everything clearly.

"Are you trying to ask me if I hate Long Chuyu?"