The Crystal Soul was snow-white as jade, surrounded by a clear, lustrous glow. One look was enough to tell that it was no ordinary object.
"Snow Lion Crystal Soul?" Wu Shanji asked in astonishment.
"It should be." Li Mu Yang smiled as he spoke. He pointed at the Snow Lion's corpse, which he had blasted a hundred zhang away. The Snow Lion had made no sound after hitting the ground; it seemed to be thoroughly dead. He said, "I dug it out of its body, anyway. I don't know whether I found the right thing."
"What exactly happened just now?" Wu Shanji asked. He had witnessed everything with his own eyes. Yan Xiangma had been invaded by the Snow Lion's icy aura and crushed beneath its enormous body. There should have been no way he could still be alive. Yet not only was he alive, he had somehow plucked the Snow Lion Crystal Soul into his own hands without anyone noticing.
When the snipe and clam battled, the fisherman profited. Wu Shanji had never imagined that Li Mu Yang would be the fisherman laughing last.
"That's right, Young Master Xiangma. I clearly saw the Snow Lion's icy aura freeze you, and then it even smashed your head with one of its paws—" Wen Ruo Ruo still looked shaken. She had truly feared that Li Mu Yang would die just like that. She said, "I thought you were already dead. You scared me half to death. You're my savior, and I haven't even had the chance to repay you."
"You saw everything that happened." Li Mu Yang smiled. "I thought I was going to die, too. My legs went weak, and my body collapsed onto the ground. Then the ice beneath me kept cracking and cracking, and I fell down along