Lü Wushuang, who had been in hot pursuit, suddenly stopped. Her cold eyes swept the surroundings warily as the temperature around her plummeted.
She rose into the air and swiftly looked around again, realizing something was wrong. This was a rain cloud—the perfect place for that old witch to cast her spells.
The thought had barely crossed her mind when the dark clouds churned violently, like a raging storm. A shrill, dense howl rushed toward her as countless icicles shot in from every direction...
Beneath the dark clouds, Granny Snow suddenly appeared. Carrying Yuan Gang, she plunged toward the ground and hurriedly vanished into the depths of the forest, disappearing in a flash under the cover of the mountains and trees.
Thunder boomed within the dark clouds as countless shards of ice rained down. Lü Wushuang, her ribbons snapping in the wind, burst backward out like a beautiful butterfly. She then darted sideways through the downpour of icy debris, leaving its range of coverage and hovering in the air as she searched all around for any trace of her target.
There was no sign of anyone. They had long since fled who knew where. Raising her hand, she found herself holding an unusually sturdy sheet of ice, blue as a pool, with words written upon it: One does not dare keep it alone. Leaving it with you may invite mishap. It will be handed to the Nine Houses for joint disposal. Do not pursue!
"Old witch!" Lü Wushuang's face was full of fury. The ice sheet shattered in her hand with a crack.
How could she not be furious? Not only had she failed to force out what she wanted, one of her disciples had even died.
After scanning the area again and finding no trace of her target, she