Master, You're Not as Good as Me

"Now that's a tough one..."

Chen Changming rubbed his brow and gave a bitter laugh. For the moment, he put aside the idea of refining the Seal-Breaking Pill.

There was no helping it. Even a hero was powerless without a penny.

Chen Changming had been stumped by a single ingredient: the Millennium Seven-Colored Lotus.

He came to the Bronze Gate of the Ice Prison, took out his token, and gave it a slight wave. The gate opened automatically, and he flashed inside.

The moment Chen Changming entered,

Sun Jianyi, inside the cell, grew excited. Gripping the bars, he exclaimed, "You're still alive, kid? I thought you'd died out there ages ago."

"Shut up."

Chen Changming glared at him. "Watch it, or I'll cut off your food."

"Go ahead and try. If I starve to death, you won't get away with it. You might even end up locked in here too."

Sun Jianyi sneered.

"Fine. Let's see."

Chen Changming smiled faintly and headed deeper into the prison.

Sun Jianyi curled his lip. He realized that this "Zhou Jintian" hadn't shown up for nearly a year, and had grown a lot tougher. He couldn't help feeling troubled.

If his food really got cut off, he'd have a hard time enduring it.

Chen Changming soon reached Cell 49. The White-Clad Woman was still sitting on the bed, her back to him, motionless as an ice sculpture.

After watching her for a moment, Chen Changming ventured, "Senior, how have you been lately?"

The White-Clad Woman didn't respond.

Remembering what Gu Huaibei had told him, Chen Changming patiently continued, "Senior, have you run into trouble cultivating the Nine-Turn Cold Ice Art? Is that why you need the Soul-Calming Flower?"

The White-Clad Woman turned around mechanically.

Amid her tangled hair, a pair of black eyes briefly