Beneath the Snow Gully, as Xiao Xian felt herself sliding down along the mountainside, Zhou Ziang's arms were tightly wrapped around her shoulders, and the two of them were like a pair of directionless snowballs, simply awaiting their inevitable landing at the bottom of the ravine.
Xiao Xian could hear the sound of Zhou Ziang's arm smashing against the snowy walls, which sent a wave of terror through her. She immediately released her Protective Spirit Energy, but then something bizarre happened.
No sooner had she released the Spiritual Energy than it disappeared. Refusing to accept it, she tried releasing her Protective Spirit Energy again, but like droplets falling into a sponge, the Spiritual Energy vanished in an instant.
"Stop trying," came Zhou Ziang's trembling voice from behind her ear, tinged with pain, "All the Spiritual Energy is being absorbed; the bottom of the Snow Gully must be no simple matter."
