Familiar Taste
Far north of the Wangu Domain.
There lay a world of ice and snow known as the Frost Realm.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
A graceful girl of fourteen or fifteen was training, her sword light sweeping up layer upon layer of thick snow.
Her name was Mo Muxi.
She had originally been the daughter of an ordinary family.
By a stroke of fate, she had taken a powerful expert as her master and embarked upon the path of Martial Dao.
Because she was exceptionally compatible with the Ice Element, she had broken through to the Core Transformation Realm in just a few short years. She could be considered a genius.
A moment later.
Mo Muxi withdrew her sword and respectfully saluted. "Master, your disciple has gained some understanding of the Myriad Coldheart Sword Art. May I participate in the Cosmic Holy War ten years from now?"
Atop the icy mountain before her stood a graceful woman. Though a white veil concealed her face, making her features impossible to see clearly, an aura even colder than the surrounding environment emanated from her.
"You are still far from it."
The cold woman spoke indifferently, without a shred of emotion in her words, as cold as the icy mountain beneath her feet.
Mo Muxi was used to it.
She had trained under her master for three years, and her master had always been this way.
"Those qualified to participate in the Cosmic Holy War are all the greatest geniuses of this age. Therefore, within ten years, you must break through to the True Seeking Realm," the woman added.
The True Seeking Realm?
It is beyond reach, Mo Muxi thought.
"Remember this," the woman continued. "For Ice Element martial artists, the key is a heart as still as water. If you carry emotional ties,