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Meanwhile.
Profound Ice Hall.
The howling cold wind swept through the snowy peaks, seemingly eternal, bestowing a sense of bleak chill upon the expansive palace complex that appeared carved from ice crystals.
Snowflakes descended from the dense clouds, resting upon the eaves that seemed forged from ice and snow, immediately blending into the entire structure.
From a distance, the world appeared a canvas of snow, vast and desolate.
Only the occasional flash of clothing hems among the undulating buildings hinted at a touch of human presence.
At the very pinnacle of this architectural array stood a Profound Ice Pavilion.
This was the long-secluded retreat of the famous Binglan Ascendant, where only core disciples occasionally got summoned to receive some guidance.
Without her summon, even direct disciples were not allowed to enter without permission.
Today.
The Profound Ice Pavilion seemed somewhat different,
