The hard work of cultivation all day, coupled with Xue'er's deteriorating injuries, Bing Xuan had a lot less time to chat with his sister. Although Xue'er was happy for Bing Xuan's progress when she watched him, Xue'er's painful illness always attacked Bing Xuan's heart.

Bing Xuan longs for power, longs for power, even if he is strong and just goes to the depths of the Demon Beast Forest to take a holy medicine for his sister to treat injuries and diseases, and then loses all his ability and becomes an ordinary person, Bing Xuan is also willing.

However, the sky does not follow people's wishes, and Cher's injury is still getting worse day by day. Now Xue'er has been suffering from injuries and illnesses for months, and she is so emaciated that she can't walk on the ground. The herbs brought back by the people who went out hunting were no longer helpful for Xue'er's injuries.

On this day, Bing Xuan, who had finished his homework for the day, returned home and did not smell the stomach-stirring dinner as usual. As soon as I entered the room, I felt a cold air of sadness lingering. The mother lay in front of Cher's bed and cried alone. The old village chief stood aside with a sad brow, at a loss.

At this moment, Bing Xuan froze. He stood stupidly in the doorway, tears streaming down his cheeks. His ears seemed to be deaf, and he looked at his sister who was lying on the bed with blank eyes.

Kadia, who has always liked to jump, is also quietly lying on Cher's side at the moment. The big smart eyes also closed at this time, and there were still traces of undried hairs on the corners of the eyes, and one of Xue'er's fingers was still pouting in the small mouth.

"Sister. Bing Xuan finally made a voice at this time, and his trembling body ran to Xue'er's bedside like crazy. The cries of grief all broke out at this moment, and the despair of life all came to my heart. What is the role of strength? The conviction that has always been firm has all collapsed at this moment. Bing Xuan looked up to the sky and wailed, for a long time. Bing Xuan, who had lost his mental strength, had black eyes and passed out, this year, he was less than nine years old.

Two days later, Bing Xuan, who was physically and mentally exhausted, slowly opened his eyes, and his mother, who was guarding his bedside, was also exhausted and fell asleep on the side of the bed. Bing Xuan came to his senses, got out of bed in a hurry, didn't even have time to put on his shoes, and stumbled into Xue'er's room.

The mother was awakened, looked at her son who was running out like crazy, and hurriedly chased after her.

The room was empty, and on Xue'er's bed, only the childish one was sleeping next to the pillow. Bing Xuan leaned against the door frame in a daze, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes. He slowly collapsed to the ground, crying loudly.

His mother came to his side and held him tightly in her arms. The mother and son sat at the door like this, and the mother, who was already overly sad, could no longer shed a single tear at the moment.

A long time passed, and her mother gently helped Bing Xuan up. She helped her son to the table and sat down.

"Xuan'er, your sister has already settled in the ground. The village chief chose the most beautiful place on the shore of the lake to build a tomb for your sister. She will always keep her eyes on you, on our village. Mother said softly.

Bing Xuan didn't speak, just nodded, he returned to the bedside, gently put on his coat and shoes and socks, and moved towards the door step by step.

"Xuan'er, where are you going?" her mother panicked, she was afraid that Bingxuan, who was still a child, would not be able to think about it.

"Mom, I'll go see my sister, don't worry. Bing Xuan said, showing a maturity that was extremely asymmetrical with his age.

His mother didn't dissuade him anymore, and Bing Xuan walked all the way to the entrance of the village. At this moment, the sun was setting, and the sparkling lake in front of him was as sparkling as before, and Bing Xuan did not have the heart to appreciate the beauty of the lake. He looked up and found his sister's tomb.

Bing Xuan slowly came to the new grave and sat down, and there were all kinds of flowers in front of the grave. He stared blankly at the tombstone with only the words "Cher's Tomb". Grief and helplessness welled up again.

Behind a large bluestone not far away, a petite figure stood there, and there were two lines of tears on her beautiful cheeks.

For the next few days, Bing Xuan spent the night in a blur. He didn't set foot in the ancestral hall again, except for a few bites of food every day, he lay alone on Xue'er's bed in a daze.

Bingxuan's decadence, the village chief and his mother both saw it, they were very anxious, at such a young age, if they couldn't pass this hurdle, it would be a waste of their supreme talent.

The village chief came to Bingxuan's house several times, and he discussed it with Bingxuan's mother several times, and finally came up with an idea.

On this day, Bing Xuan still simply ate a little food and got up to go to Xue'er's room.

"Xuan'er, do you know why your sister was so seriously injured? Do you know that your father, in order to delay time so that the three of us mother and son can break through smoothly, is now missing. Mother put down the chopsticks in her hand and said to Bing Xuan's back.

"Mom, can you tell me?How did my sister get hurt?Where is my father?" Bing Xuan turned around suddenly, staring at his mother motionlessly.

"Your father, when the city was broken, was besieged by the rebels, and his whereabouts are still unknown. Your sister was injured by a fire mage's spell when she broke through and fled with us. In order to protect me and you, who are still in infancy, the village chief was also seriously injured, and after breaking through, even today, he can no longer use magic. The evil fire mage can kill your young sister, even though he sacrificed several shadow guards to defend your sister against the fire spell. But your sister was still affected by that spell, and she was young and fell into a dark illness ever since. Saying this, the mother gritted her teeth and hammered the table with her fist.

"So, son, now that your sister is gone, you are my only hope. In order to avenge your sister, to find your long-lost father, and for the sake of all my physical and mental sustenance, you have to redouble your efforts to cultivate, what a happy family we were!" said her mother, tears flowed from her eyes again, and she looked at Bing Xuan earnestly.

"Yes, in addition to my sister's injury, I have so many other responsibilities, why should I give up on myself? Where is my father, whom I have never met? We are a family! Although my mother has never shown her strength, she is actually just an ordinary woman, so many things, how can I press on her shoulders anymore? I have grown up and become a man, I should do something for my mother and this broken family. Bing Xuan thought of this, his fists clenched tightly, and the desire for power was rekindled in his heart.

"Mom, don't worry, I won't give up, I will continue to work hard to cultivate, I want to become the most powerful person in this world, avenge my sister, and go to find my father. Bing Xuan said firmly.

Looking at her son, who had woken up from his decadence, the mother's face was once again filled with a smile. She has always seen her son's efforts, this child is so talented, willing to endure hardships, and has a strong perseverance to devote himself to cultivation, no matter what, he can't be wasted.

"The plan that the village chief has planned for many years may really be realized in Xuan'er, only when he becomes stronger can he take back what belongs to us Ice Clan, and can he avenge my poor Xue'er. "My mother's heart was full of longing.

"Husband, you can see our Xuan'er, no matter where you are, you must bless our Xuan'er. The mother looked at the back of her son's departure, and couldn't stop screaming in her heart.