The night passed by peacefully, and soon, morning had arrived.
Modret spent the previous night cultivating and increasing his control of mana while strengthening himself.
In that manner, the night passed peacefully. However, Modret was worried about Angel internally. After all, the little girl had just lost her sister. If they left her alone, who knew what she might do?
The moment he opened his eyes from cultivation, he glanced at the little girl. Her eyes were already wide awake, staring at him curiously.
"How was your night, Angel?" Modret restrained his aura and asked, standing up and stretching his limbs outwardly.
"Fine, I guess…" After replying, the little girl fell silent, and a downcast expression appeared on her face.
After a long deliberation, Modret finally made a decision internally.
He stepped out of the hut in light steps, and the first thing he noticed was Axel gazing into the distant snowy expanse, his expression still cold as always.
