Painting the Dragon, Dotting the Eyes

The Finishing Touch

Cold tides slapped against the shore, rolling snow back down.

As far as the eye could see, everything was frost-white and pristine, like a brocade scarf gathered into folds.

Fine snow had frozen together with the smooth ice, branching and spreading like tree limbs before congealing into crystalline frost.

Pingyang Prefecture's winters were far less severe than those of the north. Given the sheer scale of the Jiang Huai Great Marsh, it should have been impossible to freeze it over. This sight alone had already broadened their horizons.

Worthy indeed of a divine power and wonderful method! Had it been any other Grandmaster, there would never have been such a sight today!

Damn it!

His junior brother—this brat—had really found himself a fine wife! Splash, splash.

The capstan turned, and the iron anchor dropped, breaking through the water's surface and plunging straight to the bottom. Frost spread outward along the ice island, forming an ice trough that perfectly wedged the Treasure Ship in place.

Wen Shiyun clung to the railing with both hands and feet alongside Oolong, craning her head out to look.

"Is the Ice Crystal Palace beneath the floating island?"

Xu Zishuai rubbed his hands together.

"Right!"

"How do we get down?" Xiang ChangSong asked.

"There are two routes, making two entrances." Liang Qu pointed south with one hand and north with the other. There was a large opening at each location. "Inside the southern opening is a slide over a hundred zhang long, prepared for Little Stone and Senior Brother Xu."

Xu Zishuai: "?"

Without giving Xu Zishuai a chance to protest, Liang Qu continued, "Our entrance is on the north side, straight up and down. There's a square ice seat inside. Sit in it, and have the Water Spiders spin silk to pull