On the ice mountain, within the ice cave.
An hour later.
Ye Xuan opened his eyes, a cold and fierce glare flashing within. He stared at the Saintess beside him and said in a deep voice, "I'm curious, what kind of spell is the evil technique that Wuya Zi cultivates?"
"Beiming Xuan Gong."
The Saintess showed a serious expression and said, "But I never thought that the Beiming Xuan Gong Wuya Zi cultivates would be an evil technique."
"Do you have the Beiming Xuan Gong spell?"
Ye Xuan half-closed his eyes, asking in surprise.
"Why are you asking?"
The Saintess showed a puzzled expression and asked, "You're not planning to cultivate this spell, are you?"
"Hehe."
Ye Xuan chuckled and said, "An evil technique, if used for good, can become a non-evil technique."
"You're right. But unfortunately, I don't have the Beiming Xuan Gong spell. After all, it's a treasure that Wuya Zi values greatly."
