“Alive!” Chen Ping nodded.
Chen Ping’s words made Jiang Xuelan’s face turn pale instantly.
“Beiming Abyss…… Alive? Alive?” Her voice trembled a little, her eyes fixed on Chen Ping’s chest, as if something terrible would come out of there at any time.
Chen Ping closed his eyes and carefully sensed the faint breath in his body.
That breath did come from the heart of the North Mingyuan, no, it was a certain remnant soul from the depths of the heart of the Northern Darkness.
It was so weak, so weak that it was almost imperceptible, but it did exist, like a spark buried deep in the ashes, which could be rekindled at the slightest disturbance.
“Not fully alive.”
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