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The instant Han Li floated up, Dugu Bo shouted at Broad Hill.
"Shut up and watch the perimeter. If anything happens to Xiao Li, I'll be the first to kill you."
Broad Hill roared irritably. How was he supposed to know what was happening? But Han Li had told him not to interrupt no matter what happened, so all he could do was watch.
At that moment, another change occurred above the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
When Han Li and the Ice Fire Bow reached the very center of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, both the bow and the water calmed down at once, as if they had reached some kind of harmonious balance.
Han Li floated a meter above the water's surface, his eyes closed and his head slightly raised as he stood suspended in the air. The Ice Fire Bow pressed against his forehead.
Two streams that seemed both like energy and water rose from the pool below, one milky white and the other crimson. They fastened themselves to the spots on either side where the bowstring should have been—the bow tips. After circling the bow once, the two streams made the Ice Fire Bow shine even more brilliantly. Part of the remaining energy then turned pale red and flowed into Han Li's forehead.
Broad Hill's palms were drenched in sweat. If Han Li's expression had not remained calm, if he had shown even the slightest discomfort, and if Han Li had not specifically instructed him beforehand not to interrupt the process no matter what happened, Broad Hill would have acted immediately.
Dugu Bo, standing at the edge, saw the scene as well and froze where he stood.