Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Han Yiyu stood inside a pavilion carved from ice.
She watched Chen Menglin and his group as their backs descended the mountain, growing farther and farther away, until those figures completely vanished from sight.
The cold wind blew past, lifting a few strands of her hair and sending them drifting lightly through the air. She withdrew her gaze and asked softly, "What do you think?"
Bo Dongchen stood beside her, the ice-and-snow world beyond the cold pavilion reflected in his white eyes.
He smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth curving at just the right angle. "Of course I'm watching while standing."
The moment he said that, Han Yiyu was immediately struck speechless.
She turned her head and glared at Bo Dongchen in annoyance. "Senior Brother, can you stop being such a goof?!"
When Bo Dongchen heard this, the smile on his face grew even brighter.
He was dressed in white, ethereal as an immortal, and the red mark between his brows added a touch of gentleness to his bearing.
If someone did not know him, no one would ever be able to tell that such a warm, jade-like man was actually the palace master of Ancient Ice Palace, Ice Douluo!
He was not icy at all.
If there was anything icy about him, only his pupils were white.
Bo Dongchen put away his smile and asked seriously, "Then do you want to ask about that little girl, Chen Menglin, or the Chen Clan?"
Han Yiyu glanced at him. "All of them. Your mind works better than mine, and you have the Ice Eye. One at a time. That girl Xiao Yi—what do you think of her?"
Bo Dongchen did not answer right away, instead falling into thought.
A moment later,