Her once bright eyes were now filled with worry, tightly fixed on her mother fighting in the icy pond, her hands clenched involuntarily, nails digging deeply into her palms, yet feeling no pain. Her brow was furrowed, like a crescent moon locked in tension, and the anxious expression made her beauty appear even more pitiful. Knowing her mother's strength, she also understood Shi Feiyang's relentlessness, every moment of this fierce battle tugged at her heart, fearing her mother might be hurt or face more serious consequences.
At the peak of Cyan Simurgh Peak, the bone-chilling wind cut across their faces like countless sharp ice blades, surrounded by the seemingly endless icy pond.
