"Stop right there!"
A cold voice suddenly echoed above the three of them.
Fang Zhou quickly looked up into the air and saw a familiar figure—Chang Kong.
At that moment, Fang Zhou felt as if he had seen a family member and a great savior, and his tense heart instantly relaxed.
"Taoist Xiao greets Senior Chang Kong!"
Xiao Yin quickly bent down to salute, feeling extremely surprised that such a big figure from the Heavenly Sword Sect would personally intervene.
Ming Aoshuang, however, stared at Chang Kong without expression, as the surrounding frost became more and more intense, once again freezing the dark ground with a layer of ice.
Chang Kong looked back indifferently, both of their auras seemed cut from the same mold.
But Chang Kong gave an impression of a cold, aloof, ethereal quality beyond the human world, while Ming Aoshuang was purely inhuman, like an unemotional ice sculpture.
"Sister Chang Kong!"
