Jiang Liu turned back to glance at the study door, only then realizing that the entire study had been arranged into a formation.
And only Frost God and Han Yi could activate this formation.
No wonder Frost God had previously said he would have Han Yi bring him here.
If Jiang Liu wanted to leave, he could either wait for them to come and open the door,
or break the formation himself, which would also allow him to get out.
Jiang Liu paid it no further attention. He believed Frost God would return soon and open the door.
Jiang Liu looked up. The study was not very large. Inside were a table, a chair, a daybed, and three bookshelves.
It seemed this was where Frost God usually read.
He walked straight to the second bookshelf, searched for a while, and pulled out Chronicles of the Frost Ancestor.
Jiang Liu carried the book to the table and sat down. He first flipped through it roughly, looking for records concerning puppets.
It was clear that most of these were accounts recorded by the descendants of the Frost Race's ancestors.
Among them were quite a few instances of flattery and bootlicking.
It seemed that such things were unavoidable no matter where one was.
In Jiang Liu's view, only the first few chapters appeared to have been dictated by the Frost Race's matriarch, with later generations recording her words.
These were true accounts of how the Frost Race's ancestor and the matriarch had escaped the Nether Race's pursuit and then hidden themselves in the region of extreme ice.
Between the lines, one could see that the entire Abyssal Hell at that time was far from being like it was now, with the various regions of Primal Qi so clearly divided.
After such a long