Ice Condensation

Great Yang Mansion.

Yang Hongxia felt as though a chill was radiating from Fang Yue.

It wasn't her imagination. Just being near him made her feel cold, as if the temperature around them had dropped by several degrees.

This had gradually intensified with each passing day.

At first, being near Fang Yue had merely felt a little cool.

But as time passed, that feeling had shifted from chilly to freezing. Even just standing beside him felt like being in an icy wasteland.

Fang Yue himself seemed to have grown much more detached, and he spoke less, too.

He used to interact with her now and then, but now he was completely absorbed in cultivation, as if he'd gone mad.

Yang Hongxia was truly worried.

Her plan to take advantage of being close to him had clearly not worked out as she'd hoped.

Just as Yang Hongxia was at a loss, the day of the Martial Competition arrived.

Whether Great Yang Mansion could climb out of the abyss, secure a place in Chu Nuan City, and rank among the top hundred in the Heavenly Merchant Alliance all hinged on this Martial Competition.

Yang Hongxia busied herself with getting all the paperwork done. Fortunately, these tedious errands didn't bother Fang Yue, allowing him a stable environment for cultivation.

With Fang Yue in charge, nothing else had gone wrong at Great Yang Mansion.

Those who had been planning to quit had since changed their minds. Great Yang Mansion, once as precarious as a castle in the sky, had finally managed to find its footing.

The Martial Competition was the liveliest occasion of all the festivals in Chu Nuan City.

The streets were packed with people, and the festive mood had been building since early morning.

Amid the bustling traffic, some Martial Artists even