Chapter 84: Have I seen you before?

Upon hearing this, Shang You immediately hugged her mother tightly without a second thought, "You You, no... You You, I just want to be with Mommy. You You

, I don't want to be separated from Mommy." Although she missed Uncle He very much, Shang You would rather stay by her mother's side forever if she couldn't be with her.

Especially after knowing that her mother had to complete a very important task, Shang You didn't want to be a burden to her mother at this time.

As Shang Youqing continued to explore the specific location, Shang You transformed into her true form of a phoenix chick and followed closely around Shang Youqing, walking and stopping with him, and occasionally going ahead to explore the way ahead of him.

Shang Youqing allowed the little one to explore the way ahead, but because of the abnormal hallucinogenic infrasound waves deep in the snow-capped mountains, Shang Youqing didn't let Shang You, a little phoenix baby, fly too far, instructing her to fly no more than ten meters and then circle back to her.

Crossing one jagged ridge after another, the deeper they went into the mountains, the more inexorable the chill grew, as if swirling from the abyss of time immemorial, wreaking havoc all around them.

Fortunately, her Phoenix Fire was able to withstand the force, and Shang You's transformed Ice Feather attribute wasn't afraid of ice and snow, which brought some peace of mind.

Around dusk, Shang Youqing's spiritual sense sensed the intense spiritual aura of the priest at a bend in a snowy peak.

Almost instantly, it was certain that the priest must be asleep there.

Furthermore, Shang Youqing, through her awakened spiritual sense, discovered that atop this snowy peak stood a dilapidated ancient temple.

She tucked the little phoenix chick into her coat pocket and, using the Phoenix Fire formation, reached the ancient temple atop the peak.

The stone walls surrounding the temple seemed to have long been gnawed and mottled by years of wind, snow, and frost. The broken temple gate hung in the corner of the wall. The courtyard was empty, with only the intermittent whistling of the cold wind in her ears.

Shang Youqing stepped into the decayed porch. The sunset glow was still spreading outside the hall, but the

temple was pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly. She casually flicked a flame with her fingertips. The moment the Buddhist hall was illuminated, even Shang Youqing, who was usually calm, instinctively tightened her coat and stepped back two or three steps, almost to the edge of the broken threshold.

She stared at the extremely strange and creepy scene that suddenly came into her eyes and took a light breath.

Under the dust-covered Buddha statue, a person was standing quietly.

Just looking at his back, Shang Youqing felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart, but she couldn't tell where that familiarity came from.

The man wore a long black trench coat with a cold, dark pattern. His snow-white hair flowed down his tall, slender frame, falling straight to his waist. Spotless, even purer and cleaner than the first snow.

He stood silently in the center of the Buddhist temple, as if he were the sole deity within the abyss of this snowy mountain.

Or perhaps, he was already dead.

But then, a split second later, the slender fingertips, sculpted from ice and snow, dangling from beneath the sleeves of his coat, moved ever so slightly.

Outside the ancient temple, the wind and snow intensified.

Shang Youqing immediately used her spiritual energy to protect the little phoenix chick in her pocket. She looked at the man warily and asked, "Who are you?"

Why were you here, where the priest slept?

However, the icy, pure figure, with his back to her, remained motionless. Only the wind and frost, rushing in from outside the temple gate, brushed against the silver-white hair on his forehead. His

profile, blurred and cold, loomed.

Despite the hazy, unreality, it seemed... more familiar.

Shang Youqing's heart skipped a beat, and she asked again, "Have I seen you before? Who are you, and why won't you turn around?"

She peppered him with questions, three in a row, but he remained motionless.

For some reason, as Shang Youqing stared at the figure, her certainty only grew stronger. She

stepped towards him, raised her hand, and grasped his cold shoulder, attempting to force him to turn around.

But as her hand touched his back, the temple's flames were instantly extinguished. Into darkness, a raging snowstorm swept in, sweeping across the sky. Almost instantly, Shang Youqing was blown away.

Following closely behind was a shattering mass of ice and snow, devouring them like a giant beast.

It was... an avalanche!

Shang Youqing's heart tightened. As the avalanche engulfed her, she clutched her coat pockets tightly and made a desperate escape from the Phoenix Fire Formation.

Shang You had been kept safely in his mother's coat pocket since before entering the Snow Peak Ancient Temple. In addition, his entire body was isolated by a protective barrier of spiritual power, so he had no idea what was happening from beginning to end.

When the protective barrier was broken, Shang You dazedly poked his furry head out of the pocket, only to find that his mother was staring at a strand of beautiful, shiny snow-white hair in her hand, as if she were lost in thought.

Before Shang You could say anything, footsteps were heard behind him, and the little guy was put back into Shang Youqing's pocket.

Shang Youqing turned around and bumped into Mu Jiuhan, who had been following him all the way.

Shang Youqing glanced at him and looked towards the top of the mountain. After a brief avalanche, the ancient temple was still standing there, as if nothing had happened.

"Junior sister, what's the point of you getting on He Cong's car? In the end, I'm the only one left to accompany you through the thunderstorm."

Shang Youqing ignored him and sat down on the ground.

Seeing this, Mu Jiuhan followed suit, leaning against the rock and sitting down with legs crossed. Several blue-flame spirit butterflies circled around his shoulders.

Shang Youqing stroked the icy silk between her fingers and spoke calmly, "Is it the man from the ancient temple you want to awaken?"

Mu Jiuhan looked at her with slight surprise. "Junior Sister, why did you look so disheveled just now? Did you just come down from the ancient temple? Junior Sister, did you... see him?"

Without waiting for Shang Youqing to reply, she scoffed and shook her head. "No, if Junior Sister had really seen him, how could she have escaped unharmed?"

Shang Youqing: "Answer my question."

Mu Jiuhan raised her brow, still attempting to evade the question. "Junior Sister..."

Shang Youqing interrupted him with a cold expression. "Don't pretend. You've come all this way to track him down, aren't you hoping to use the energy of the thunder tribulation to awaken him?"

She had always known Mu Jiuhan's intentions and had prepared for them. But now, what confused and unsettled her was his identity...

It seemed there was more to him than she had imagined.

Mu Jiuhan paused for a moment, shrugged, and laughed lazily: "Okay, Junior Sister, you're right. Actually, it doesn't matter if you know. Anyway, you have to come here to survive the thunder tribulation, right?" Shang

Youqing narrowed his eyes and asked calmly.

"I have another question, do I know this person?"