The Extreme Ice Temple towered atop the peak of the Nine Heavens' frozen ice. Its body was forged from profound ice that would not melt for ten thousand years, and a frigid yet not bone-piercing aura of extreme ice coiled around it. Within the temple, ice-crystal pillars soared high, and the floor glowed with a faint ice-blue halo, tranquil and solemn.
On the high seat within the hall rested a chair carved from ice. Hua Rong sat upright upon it in a long gown of ice gauze, her brows and eyes cool, an aloof pressure radiating from her. Her gaze drifted lightly toward the temple doors as she spoke softly, her voice warm yet naturally majestic. "Ying Luan, you're here."
As her words fell, a graceful figure slowly stepped into the Extreme Ice Temple.
The newcomer was tall and straight, her curves exquisite and elegant. Her back remained perfectly upright, and her steps were calm and unhurried; each footfall carried just the right rhythm, without the slightest trace of haste.
Her long, glossy black hair fell like a waterfall, smooth and straight to her waist. There were no unnecessary ornaments in her hair, only a simple ice-silk tie holding it back, and the strands brushed lightly with the wind, revealing all her gentleness.
Her brows and eyes were delicate as a painting, her nose bridge high and straight, her eyes holding calm and respect. Between her brows was an innate, distant nobility, yet it contained not the slightest arrogance.
A pair of long, straight legs were wrapped in a tight black gown, their lines clean and fluid. As she walked, she looked valiant and crisp, her bearing elegant and reserved, like a black swan perched atop a peak of frozen ice—noble and coldly beautiful, yet graceful in every gesture.
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