He deliberately reined in his aura, revealing only the Ice Soul Mark, which resonated strangely with the surrounding cold.
"Please forgive me, Senior."
Li Yunjing cupped his hands in salute. "We meant no offense. We were just passing through and need to cross the sea to reach the North Cold Continent!"
Before he could finish, a long sigh suddenly drifted from deep within the Little North Pole Palace.
It seemed to have crossed ten thousand years, carrying an indescribable weight of time.
"Let them in."
The voice was not loud, yet everyone heard it clearly.
At once, the white-haired old woman bowed. "I obey the Grand Elder's decree."
The Mountain Protection Array opened a narrow gap, just wide enough for the Heavenly Demon Ship to pass through.
Ye Wuhen raised an eyebrow and murmured to Li Yunjing, "Interesting. Their Grand Elder actually has some sense."
Zhao Qi nervously clutched Li Yunjing's sleeve. "Be careful. It could be a trap."
"It's fine."
Li Yunjing gently patted the back of her hand. "I can feel it... The aura here feels familiar."
The Heavenly Demon Ship slowly descended onto the plaza at the main peak.
As soon as they disembarked, they saw an old man approaching, leaning on an Ice Vine Staff and dressed in plain white hemp robes.
His hair and beard were both white, yet his face was rosy as a baby's. The strangest thing about him was his eyes.
His pupils were six-sided crystals of icy blue.
The old man's gaze fell straight on the space between Li Yunjing's brows. Suddenly, his whole body shuddered. "The Ice Soul Mystic Seal... and the Death Mark?!"
He cried out in shock. "How is this possible? How could you have fused ice attribute energy with the aura of death?"
Li Yunjing's heart skipped