Hua Rong Wants to Suppress Xiao Die!

Lu Yuan's gentle question lightly drew Hua Rong's wandering thoughts back.

She slowly recovered from her overwhelming shock, only then realizing belatedly how absent-minded and improper she had looked just now.

As a top-tier master who had ascended to the Celestial God Realm, she had actually been stunned into a daze by her disciple's cultivation speed.

It was inevitably a little embarrassing.

"Cough, cough..."

Hua Rong slightly raised a hand to her lips and coughed twice, dispelling the brief stagnant atmosphere within the hall.

All the surprise between her brows vanished, and she resumed her calm, composed bearing. Gently shaking her head at Lu Yuan, she said, "It's nothing."

She was just about to gather her thoughts and explain the matters ahead to Lu Yuan in detail.

But at the very instant her words were about to fall—

Her lively gaze suddenly shifted slightly.

Piercing through layers of drifting ice mist, she looked straight beyond the open gates of the Extreme Ice Temple.

Her keen Celestial God Realm senses had already caught a familiar aura—lively, spirited, and utterly undisguised.

A faint, gentle smile rippled across Hua Rong's lips as she softly said, "Xiao Die is here."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan's eyes immediately lit up with scattered glimmers.

He instantly realized who the arrival was, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes.

He murmured softly, "Third Senior Sister is here!"

Before his words had even faded, he instinctively turned his head and looked toward the heavy temple gates in the same direction his master was gazing.

Buzz—

The low, gentle hum of mechanisms sounded once more.

The mysterious ice doors, which had not yet fully closed, slowly slid apart to either side again.

A petite, exquisite little figure, charming and spirited, skipped into the solemn, chilly ice hall