To the Treetop!

The Permafrost Plain was the coldest place on Jiquan Star.

Here, nothing thawed all year round. Bitter winds howled, and snowflakes danced through the air.

The temperature was so low that even Spirit Energy froze. Fine shards of ice crystals filled the air, flashing with an icy blue light beneath the sun.

The land was covered in a thick layer of ice. Beneath the ice lay permafrost, and even the rocks in the deepest depths had been frozen until they cracked.

The Frost Elves' city was built atop the largest glacier—the Permafrost Glacier.

Their houses were all constructed from ice crystals, limpid and translucent, like palaces from a fairy tale.

The streets were paved with crushed ice, crunching underfoot with every step.

Occasionally, Frost Elves passed by, all with slender figures, fair skin, and ice-blue hair.

But very few people knew that the Frost Elves did not actually like the cold.

They were simply used to the cold.

Because their bodies were naturally adapted to low-temperature environments.

Ice-aspected Spirit Energy flowed through their blood, and their skin could withstand the severe cold of one hundred degrees below zero.

But if they left the Permafrost Plain and went somewhere warm, their bodies would grow weak, their strength would be greatly reduced, and their newborns might even be unable to survive.

So when news came that the ancestor had submitted to the Wood Elves and ordered the entire race to migrate, the Frost Elves' reaction was stronger than that of any other race.

At that moment, in the council hall of the Permafrost Glacier, the atmosphere was as heavy as a layer of solidified ice.

The council hall was the largest ice-crystal building on the Permafrost Glacier.

Its walls were built from transparent ice bricks, and through them, the snowflakes dancing outside