"Mm. If there's nothing else, you may go back for now."
Hua Rong lightly waved her fair hand, her brows and eyes still bearing that cool, distant look, already possessing the calm of before her seclusion.
"Yes."
Lu Yuan nodded respectfully, bowed slightly at the waist in salute, then turned and stepped away, preparing to leave the Extreme Ice Temple.
"Junior Brother, stay a moment. Come with me. I have some important matters to explain to you."
A cool, pleasant voice, carrying a touch of steadiness, suddenly rang out. It was Ying Luan, standing off to the side.
Lu Yuan's steps paused. He turned to look at Ying Luan, his expression still humble and courteous, and immediately replied, "Yes, Senior Sister."
Ying Luan gave a slight nod and said no more. She took the lead and walked toward the outside of the hall, her black fitted battle attire outlining a tall, valiant figure, her steps composed and elegant, her long hair behind her stirring lightly in the wind.
Lu Yuan followed close behind. One in front and one behind, the two walked out of the solemn Extreme Ice Temple.
Standing on the Ice Plaza outside the temple, facing Ying Luan up close, Lu Yuan could more clearly sense her peerless beauty and bearing.
Her skin was fair as snow, her brows and eyes exquisitely flawless. Her black eyes were clear and bright, the corners slightly upturned, naturally carrying a cold, noble glamour. Her nose bridge was high, her lips beautifully shaped, and with the distance she had carried inside the hall stripped away, her features appeared even more three-dimensional and stunning at close range.
The tight black battle attire outlined her smooth shoulder line, slender waist, and straight, long legs to the fullest. Around her lingered both the sharp aura