Master frowned and pondered for a moment.
"Ice and fire balance... could it be the principle of mutual generation and restraint?"
He recalled Tang San's experience at the Ice and Fire Two Forms Spring.
"It seems your martial soul's adaptability far exceeds my imagination."
Though Master still had doubts, he did not press further.
After all, everyone had their own secrets.
As long as this child's heart was in the right place, it would be a blessing for Shrek.
"By the way, where's Teacher Leng?"
Han Yuchen changed the subject at just the right moment.
"She's next door."
At the mention of Leng Yuebai, everyone's expressions turned strange.
"What's wrong?" Han Yuchen asked.
"You should go see for yourself."
Dai Mubai gave a bitter smile.
"Ever since she brought you back, she hasn't allowed anyone but you to get close."
"Anyone who steps within three meters of that room gets frozen into an ice sculpture."
Han Yuchen threw off the covers and got out of bed.
His body was still somewhat weak—pretending to be, anyway—and Tang San immediately moved to support him.
They arrived at the room next door.
Before even entering, he felt a bone-piercing chill.
White frost hung from the doorframe.
Inside the room, Leng Yuebai sat on the bed with her knees drawn to her chest.
Her silver hair hung loose around her shoulders, and she stared blankly out the window.
She looked like an ice sculpture without a soul.
At the sound of footsteps,
she suddenly turned her head.
Her glass-colored eyes, which had been utterly lifeless, suddenly lit up the moment she saw Han Yuchen.
Like a single star lighting up a silent night sky.
Buzz—
The Star Radiance Heavenly Silk around her wrist floated up on its own.
It let out a cheerful hum.