"What was that sound?"
Yu Jing's expression changed as he washed his face. Even though the dormitory had excellent soundproofing, he could still faintly hear booming explosions coming from the corridor outside.
Yu Jing hung up his towel, quickly pulled on his coat, and left the dormitory.
The eighth-floor corridor was completely covered in frost, with ice spikes of various sizes hanging from the ceiling. At that moment, Shui Bingmiao, dressed in a white suit with both hands in his pockets, was staring at Tuweis, who was frozen inside an ice coffin.
"Yikes... It's freezing!"
The ice coffin shattered on its own. Tuweis shook the ice fragments from his body. He only felt a little chilled and was otherwise unharmed.
"Don't misunderstand, Yu Jing. I asked this ice-using guy to play with me. Thanks, kid. The Dihua Ability Institute really is full of talented people. If I'd known, I would've come here a few years ago."
Shui Bingmiao acted as though nothing had happened, dispelled all the frost, and walked toward the stairwell.
As he passed Yu Jing, their gazes briefly met.
Just as Shui Bingmiao was about to reach the elevator, Tuweis suddenly had an idea and said, "Ice guy, you're one of the disciples participating in the Ten Elites assessment too, right? How about coming with us for a sparring session?"
The upcoming competition among the forty remaining people would be fairly stressful.
If they could spar with the other advancing contestants and warm up before the competition, it would certainly be a good thing.
Besides, Yu Jing and Tuweis were both publicly recognized as two of the "Thirteen." If Shui Bingmiao could get an early read on their current strength, it would increase his chances of taking the First Seat.
Moreover, Shui Bingmiao usually trained alone. Occasionally