Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 617 I am a Rabbit-Eared Clan 35

Yin Yan didn't even glance at her, turning and walking towards the entrance of the stone chamber. His deep, chilling command echoed clearly in the empty chamber:

"Shadow Hunter, come in."

Almost the instant he finished speaking, a figure appeared silently at the doorway, as if it had materialized directly from the darkness of the corner.

The newcomer was covered in light armor in a cool color similar to Silverflame's style, but his aura was completely different. He kept his head down, his posture respectful to the point of humility, not daring to look directly at anyone.

“Master.” The guard known as Shadow Hunter spoke in a hoarse, low voice.

"Clean it up." Yin Yan's voice was devoid of emotion as he casually tossed the crystal cage containing the little silver fish to the guard. "Put it, along with this, into the core area of ​​the Forbidden Warehouse. All items and debris here..."

His gaze swept coldly over the empty fish bones, the pale bone knife carelessly discarded on the cold ground, the remaining rough clothing fragments on Yun Chu's body, and the broken stone bowl with only cold leftovers. "...Collect and seal it all. Clean up the traces."

"Yes!" Shadow Hunter held the dangerous crystal cage firmly in both hands without the slightest hesitation, as if putting away an ordinary official document. He quickly waved his hand, and several guards dressed similarly silently poured into the room.

Like well-trained ghosts, they were silent, efficient, and mechanical. They began to meticulously collect and seal away all the bone knives, fish bones, stone bowl fragments, and even the pieces of clothing torn from Yun Chu's body by the chains, using specially made containers that isolated energy fluctuations.

Apart from the slight rustling of the clothes and the soft clicking of the container lid, there was no other noise throughout the entire process.

Yin Yan's figure had already disappeared into the deep darkness outside the door. He didn't leave a single word, not even a condescending glance back.

It was as if the thunderous judgment and soul-reaping that had just taken place on the ice bed were nothing more than a trivial episode in his long and endless life.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the cold, empty passage, growing farther and farther away, until it was finally swallowed up by the boundless darkness and deathly silence.

Only Yun Chu remained in the stone chamber.

Absolute silence descended. But this silence was even more terrifying than the sound of chains that had been ringing out just moments before.

A trace of sharp chill lingered in the air, a remnant of space that had been forcibly torn apart, mixed with the icy aura of millennia-old mystic ice emanating from Silver Flame.

Her body lost all strength, and even her breathing was barely audible.

The brand on the back of her neck remained, its icy pulse seemingly taking deeper root in her flesh and bones, reminding her of her master's mark and her eternal belonging.

The sensation of the small silver fish being ripped off still burned in the nerve endings, leaving behind an endless, cold void.

The faint, life-affirming warmth that once resonated deep within my soul was gone...

Without that last thought that sustained her, that will to live even in the most desperate circumstances...

Deep within her soul lay only a desolate, lifeless frozen wasteland. Colder than the obsidian ice bed, chilling more than the gaze of silver flames. She was utterly hollowed out.

She lay on the cold stone bed, her long black hair spread out in disarray, her body stiff and cold like a specimen.

The only proof that she was still alive was the extremely faint rise and fall of her chest, caused by the branding and the excruciating pain of being torn apart by space.

The fluctuations were so subtle, as if they could be frozen and stopped at any moment by the eternal, icy coldness of the silver flames that permeated the room.

Despair was no longer an emotion, but the only underlying feeling of survival that she could perceive at this moment.

The ice bed was like a tomb; after her master's "punishment," she was completely banished to her own desolate land.

Outside the window... it might be an endless dark void, or an eternally wintery polar snowfield, but to her, it made no difference.

This is the edge of the world, the place where she can see and feel her breath.

As time flows by, it seems that the cruel trial on the ice bed has been frozen in cold memories.

The desolate confinement of more than ten days failed to heal Yun Chu's wounds; instead, it etched the emptiness of her torn soul and the icy coldness of her brand into her very bones.

There may be day and night outside the window, but for Yun Chu, who was huddled in the shadows of the corner of the stone chamber, it had long lost its meaning.

She was like a porcelain doll that had lost its soul, nothing but a shell that trembled instinctively in the cold, each breath carrying a desperate tremor.

The biting winter wind seemed to take on a physical form, transforming into countless tiny, icy needles that stubbornly pierced the narrow cell, even through the thick stone walls, specifically targeting weak rabbit-eared tribespeople like Yun Chu.

The chill made her already pale face turn even more bluish-purple, and her thin, tattered clothes were no match for the harshness.

She could only curl herself up tighter, her long rabbit ears drooping limply, pressed against her cold cheeks to draw a meager amount of warmth.

Each stronger gust of cold wind caused her to convulse slightly.

The thick stone door slid open silently, letting in a rush of frigid air. Yin Yan's tall, imposing figure appeared as if carrying an ice storm, instantly lowering the temperature of the already cold cell.

His molten gold beast eyes were devoid of warmth, sweeping over the huddled, trembling figure in the corner like a scanner, finally settling on her bloodless face and slightly twitching rabbit ears.

After a brief, almost suffocating silence, his cold, concise voice broke the stillness:

"Shadow Hunt".

The shadowy guard immediately appeared at the door, bowing and awaiting orders.

"Bring the things here."

Shadowhunter vanished swiftly, only to return almost immediately, holding in his hands an unusually heavy, fluffy, snow-white fox fur robe.

"Put it on." Yin Yan's command left no room for explanation. Ying Shou stepped forward and almost mechanically wrapped the heavy fox fur around Yun Chu's trembling body.

A sudden surge of warmth swept over them, shutting out the biting cold wind. This unexpected warmth felt like a scalding shock to the frozen rabbit-eared girl.

The enormous fox fur completely engulfed her small body, with long white fur clustered around her neck and small face, wrapping her up tightly, revealing only a pair of dull, vacant eyes filled with panic, and a pair of slightly twitching rabbit ears that seemed to be feeling this unbelievable "gift".

This warmth... felt too unreal, like an overly heavy disguise, making her even more uneasy.

The next second, Silver Flame didn't even give her any time to adapt or react.

A large hand covered with icy claws roughly grabbed the heavy edge of her fox fur coat on her shoulder, as if lifting a freshly packed package, and effortlessly dragged her up from the cold ground.

With her legs weak and unsteady, Yun Chu could barely stand. It was only thanks to Yin Yan's iron-like hands, which half-dragged and half-lifted her by holding the fox fur, that she was pulled out of the stone chamber that had imprisoned her for so many days.

The cold wind rushed towards her like thousands of tiny knives. Even with the protection of her fox fur, Yun Chu was still choked and coughed violently, as if her lungs were being torn apart by the icy air.

She instinctively wanted to bury her face in the thick fox fur, but was dragged forward unsteadily.

After that, they were taken on a journey that lasted for more than half a month.

Yun Chu's view suddenly opened up, revealing a steep and desolate foothills covered in deep snow.

A vast expanse of white, desolate and chilling, with only the sharp howling of the wind among the rocks, like the wailing of the dead.