Of course.
There was someone in the Dao Sect who had managed to speak with Ying Huanhuan, the Ice Master. That person was Lin Dong, the Dao Sect's genius disciple.
He had succeeded in doing what many within the Dao Sect did not even dare to attempt, becoming the object of envy for countless elders and disciples. Being able to speak to Ying Huanhuan was something they had never even dared to dream of!
Yet Lin Dong had done it, and he was even a man.
Whoosh! Lin Dong turned into an afterimage and appeared atop the great hall's roof. He wanted to approach Ying Huanhuan, but the chill surrounding her was simply too powerful, too frigid.
Even though Lin Dong was no longer weak, he still could not withstand the icy aura pouring from Ying Huanhuan's body. He could only stand at a distance and watch from afar.
He did not dare approach her in the slightest.
If he moved even a fraction closer, he reckoned he would turn into an ice sculpture—a lifelike ice sculpture.
Standing in the distance, Lin Dong looked at the cold yet peerlessly elegant Ying Huanhuan and slowly asked, "Senior Sister, what are you looking at?"
Lin Dong followed Ying Huanhuan's gaze, yet he could not see anything. Perhaps his strength was too low, which was why he saw nothing. Ying Huanhuan ignored him and continued staring at the empty space before her. There was clearly nothing there, yet Ying Huanhuan was utterly absorbed in it. Seeing that she paid him no heed, Lin Dong did not choose to disturb her and merely stood there.
Ying Huanhuan stared into the void, though no one knew what she was looking at, while Lin Dong simply watched Ying Huanhuan.
Perhaps joining the Dao Sect had only