At this moment, Wang Wu's heart was a cauldron of mixed flavors.
He had already resigned himself to certain death. He had not even considered that Frost Lord would come save him, because it would be difficult. Getting from one depression to this one was not a matter of traveling in a straight line; it required a long, wide-ranging search.
During that time, she would not know how much Seven-Colored Aura she would be contaminated by. It was practically the same as exposing herself beneath the Heavenly Laws.
Most importantly, Frost Lord had been in seclusion at the time. She had no idea.
Yet Frost Lord had truly come to save him.
But though these thoughts flashed through his mind, Wang Wu's first words were, "Don't worry about me yet. Be careful, it could be a trap!"
Frost Lord merely looked at him quietly. She was neither excited nor grief-stricken, and tears did not immediately fall, though the anxiety in her eyes had yet to fade.
Then she took out Wang Wu's head, whirled open the other ancient cauldrons, tore away the immortal talismans, and retrieved every fragment of his immortal body, placing them together.
Only then did Frost Lord calmly say, "While I was looking for you, I saw an old madman cutting his Creation Immortal Body into pieces and scattering them everywhere. I felt something was wrong, and sure enough, I found you here. Did he curse you? I feel as if all your divine abilities and immortal arts have failed."
"I'm fine. Listen to me, we need to leave immediately. This is no place to linger." Wang Wu was anxious. He also felt that something was off about Frost Lord, but his immortal body had not yet recovered, and his senses were sluggish.
"We can't leave, Wang