Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, Mo Lin and his group had already lingered on the Ice Spirit Continent for seven days.
For the native powerhouses of the Ice Spirit Continent, especially the Ice Spirit Clan, these seven days had felt like years. Yet they had no choice but to force smiles and serve them with the utmost care. Wherever Mo Lin and the others went, the Ice Spirit Clan treated them as if facing a formidable enemy, but they did not dare show the slightest negligence. Rare spirit fruits, ice-element treasures, and local delicacies were offered in an endless stream, for fear of angering these fiends who had casually dismissed even their ancestor and the two powerful reinforcements he had invited.
Over the past few days, the Ice Empress had been positively smug. Hugging the Ice Spirit Tablet she had "borrowed," she swaggered around the outskirts of the Ice Spirit Clan's ancestral grounds. From time to time, she even commented critically on the clan elders who dared not voice their anger, infuriating them until they blew their beards and glared, yet leaving them utterly helpless.
Zuoqiu Qingyu, Wu Yao, and the other newly arrived sisters found it rather amusing as well. They accompanied the Ice Empress on her "sightseeing," treating this ice sacred land like their own backyard.
That day, everyone was enjoying the Ice Spirit Clan's offering of Ice Marrow Jade Soup in a magnificent palace carved from ten-thousand-year mysterious ice when—
Buzz!
An incomparably chilly aura, cold enough to freeze the soul, suddenly spread over from the distant horizon without warning! It was not an attack, yet it caused the temperature throughout the ice palace to plummet. Even the flowing spiritual energy seemed on the verge of freezing solid!
The next moment, the space