The fragment seemed to be casually sliced off by Mei Nian from the edge of the blade, a palm-sized piece. Now Xiao Xian gave a bow in front of the incense table, and respectfully retrieved the ice blade fragment.
"So cold," Xiao Xian's fingers grasping the fragment felt a piercing chill. Upon closer inspection, a layer of spiderweb-like ice frost veins had formed on the surface of the fragment, enveloping the entire piece from the center, as if a heart was surrounded by numerous blood vessels.
"Miss, even though the young lady has never mentioned it, I know that you all are not ordinary people. Tell me the truth, is the young lady in trouble, just like the eldest Miss?" The village chief was choking up, wiping the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.
He was born in Cherry Valley, a descendant of a poor tenant farmer. When war broke out, he spent his life here with his family, young and old, and planned to be buried in the valley, becoming the soil to accompany the land.
