On the arena, the lingering force had yet to fade.
The ice dragon's roar that had shaken heaven and earth moments ago gradually sank into silence. The biting ice mist that filled the sky slowly drifted apart, yet the frozen chill still flowed thread by thread, condensed and refusing to disperse.
In the spectator seats, Ye Qingyue's clear, waterlike eyes stared fixedly at that familiar skill. Strange light flashed again and again in her eyes, her gaze surging without rest, and before she knew it, she had sunk deep into long, drawn-out memories.
Before her eyes, it was as if the green, immature youth she had met for the first time had appeared once more.
Ice Dragon's Roar, this SS+ grade skill, was the master-acceptance gift she had personally given Lu Yuan back then.
The years had passed in a flash, yet the past remained vivid before her eyes.
At that time, she had been plagued by the unsolvable Black Scale Disease. Physicians had no remedy, and even the mighty found it hard to cure.
Back then, she had believed her days were numbered and had long since prepared herself to burn out like oil in a lamp and quietly fall.
Her only obsession had been that it would be far too great a pity for the top-tier ice-type ultimate arts she had painstakingly cultivated for half her life, and the secret techniques of her inheritance, to be severed there.
And so she had searched all under heaven, wholeheartedly wishing to find an ice-type ability user with extraordinary talent, to entrust all she had learned in her life to them and allow her arts to continue on through inheritance.
It was at that time that she discovered Lu Yuan, whose talent astonished the world.
At that time, she had never