Looking at Ziyun curled up in his arms, Chen Nan felt a bit helpless.
After hesitating for a long time, Chen Nan finally gave up on the idea of getting up to find food.
He didn't dare shout for Ghost Elder; once he was done with people, he surely slipped away. Now, shouting might be useless.
The following day was really hard to endure. Clearly, Ziyun's face had turned pale from hunger.
Chen Nan now wondered if that old Ghost Elder already knew he had the Chaos Sacred Body, digging a pit for him to fall into. He wouldn't freeze to death, but the hunger was killing.
If both of them could restore their cultivation, hunger would naturally be driven away, but it required that method...
Chen Nan didn't plan to get up from the bed. He had the Chaos Sacred Body, but Ziyun didn't. If he got up, she would likely feel both cold and hungry.
"Chen Nan, keep telling me stories," Ziyun suddenly said.
