The Snow Empress Appears?! All Eyes on Her!

The fourth soul ring—a black ring that seemed no longer able to suppress its own color—burst forth with dazzling light.

That light was neither gold nor red, but an icy white mixed with a strange seven-colored radiance, as though the aurora of the Far North had been compressed into this single soul ring.

"Xue'er, come out for afternoon tea."

His voice was soft, carrying a lazy note, as if he were calling for a little girl taking an afternoon nap.

As his words fell, an icy-white light lit up from the torso bone at his chest.

The light was gentle, like the first ray of winter morning sunlight falling upon snow, carrying an utterly pure whiteness.

The icy-white glow gathered before him, slowly taking the shape of a person.

It was a little girl.

She looked only seven or eight years old, less than one meter thirty tall. She wore a small icy-white dress embroidered with dense snowflake patterns along the hem, as though it had been woven from icy silk.

Her hair was snow-white and reached her waist, the ends curling slightly like strands formed from condensed ice crystals.

Every strand gave off a faint glow, making it especially eye-catching amid the curtain of rain.

The little girl's skin was so white it was nearly translucent, as though sculpted from the purest ice and snow. Faint blue veins could be seen beneath it. It was not a sickly pallor, but the whiteness of ice and snow, carrying a cold, crystalline sheen.

Her features were as exquisite as those of a porcelain doll: a tiny nose, a tiny mouth, and cheeks with a hint of baby fat that looked soft enough to make one want to pinch them.

But her eyes were ice-blue.

They were beautiful, like two ice-blue gems