Within the Ice Emperor Palace, ice sculptures and flower clusters are everywhere, exquisitely beautiful.
"Shall I take you for a walk?" Xia Canglan asked with a light laugh.
"Those old fellows keep discussing and can't stop talking, we shouldn't wait around getting bored."
Xiao Yi shook his head, "Not going, I don't want to stir up trouble again."
Previously, if his Sword Heart hadn't been strong, always pure, and timely reacting, he would have almost fallen for Bing Mei'er's trap.
Saying this, Xiao Yi casually found an ice ball behind him and sat down.
The ice sculptures within the Ice Emperor Palace are uncommon, often Mystic Ice, ordinary flames can barely melt it, let alone some warmth.
The Martial Artist sitting on it won't feel any dampness; instead, it provides clarity and tranquility, a feeling of serenity.
Behind the ice ball is a white flower ice tree.
Xiao Yi sat down casually, leaning against it, and said softly, "Ultimately, it's a matter of power."
