An hour passed quickly, and the duration of the deep freeze was up.
Wang Wu was rubbing his paws together, ready to launch another wave, but before he could make a move, three snowflakes had already drifted down. This time, Hei You Liang had gotten ahead of him—it had returned early, giving him no chance to break free at all.
That was only to be expected.
Hei You Liang was black, but it was not stupid.
Yet something happened that even Wang Wu had not anticipated.
Previously, every time Hei You Liang unleashed Deep Freeze, the moment those three mysterious snowflakes fell, he would be suppressed into complete obedience. Other than relying on his perfect ice resistance to negate frostbite, he truly could do nothing and sense nothing, inside or out.
But this time, because he had opened up a new branch meridian and given the Ice Spirit Energy more room to circulate, he discovered that he could vaguely sense the trajectory of the inner structure within those three snowflakes.
It sounded awkward when put into words, but in reality, his former self had been like an ancient man suddenly seeing a beautiful woman on a computer screen. The only possible reaction would be, "Holy shit, fairy maiden above, please accept this humble one's bow! Might I ask whether you are married, and where your hometown lies?"
But even a modern computer novice would know it was nothing more than a wallpaper program on a computer.
The gulf between those two perspectives was exactly what Wang Wu was experiencing now. He would no longer see those three snowflakes as snowflakes. They were not snowflakes at all, but a precise, complex, beautiful, wondrous structure of moving power.
He did not understand it, but he was utterly shaken.
He was ignorant, yet