Ling Yun suddenly turned to Miaoxin and said, "You should jump down first. There's no danger below. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll die on this path."
Miaoxin hesitated. Ling Yun had a point, but he was still worried there might be danger if he jumped.
"Ahem... I'm really jumping?"
"Suit yourself."
Ling Yun clearly had no intention of wasting any more words!
Miaoxin was deeply wounded. He was even worse than King of Hell's daughter!
Oh no!
With a splash, Miaoxin lost his focus and fell straight down, while Little one laughed so hard her mouth was nearly dry.
"Hahaha!"
Her babyish laughter echoed beneath the cliff, leaving Ling Yun both amused and exasperated.
Only after a while did Ling Yun finally arrive. Miaoxin had been waiting for ages—he'd even started a fire.
Beneath the cliff!
The glacier underfoot had frozen countless people who had come to investigate the ruins of the ancient Haotian Sword Sect.
Ling Yun noticed that scattered among the constantly accumulating layers of ice were bodies half-buried in the glacier. They had probably died here at different times.
Little one's eyes darted around as she gazed into the distance. There stretched a crystalline glacier, with row upon row of sharp ice spikes jutting from its surface.
They covered every inch like the vicious fangs of monsters. Basketball-sized luminous orbs rolled between the spikes, and each time one struck the ice, it rang out with a crisp chime.
The mirrorlike ice spikes endlessly reflected the orbs' light, passing it from one to another until a vast area was illuminated in an instant...
Miaoxin stared in shock. He had never seen such a terrifying place before.
Whole fields of ice spikes towered before Ling Yun and the others. Through the ice-blue layers, they could faintly make out bones encased