Ba Tianhu and Mr. Master sat in the pavilion under the garden tree.
When Ba Tianhu mentioned sweeping through the valley, Mr. Master paused with his teacup in mid-air,
and the atmosphere suddenly turned extremely cold.
Mr. Master had beautiful hands, with ten fingers like jade.
"Creak!"
Glistening ice flowers spread from Mr. Master's fingertips,
and the half cup of hot tea in the teacup instantly solidified.
Pieces of ice flowers floated down from above the pavilion,
"Creak,"
an ice line shot up like lightning from the base of a nearby hundred-meter tree beside the pavilion,
the entire tree was immediately enveloped in ice and snow, transforming into a shimmering hundred-meter ice tree.
At the same time, Han Bing quickly spread out from around the pavilion, and in the blink of an eye, the valley entered what felt like a winter, completely covered in ice and snow,
all the buildings, including the flowers, grass, and trees in the valley, were covered with thick ice.
