Bing Tong merely glanced at the First Frost Lord Imperial Crown, then turned to Fang Yun, his usual smile returning.
Fang Yun still sat in the Marquis Wu Chariot, looking utterly unruffled, as though these Frost Lord Imperial Crowns were no more than lumps of ice, beneath his notice.
In the Ten Cold Ancient Land, the Frost Lord Imperial Crowns rivaled Half-Sage Literary Treasures, but they only worked within the ten Frost Cities. Outside those cities, they merely made their wearers slightly more attuned to the natural primordial energy of the Ten Cold Ancient Land, offering little benefit.
The Frost Lord Imperial Crowns also had a side effect: once someone wore an imperial crown, they could no longer leave the Ten Cold Ancient Land. Only by feigning death could they escape.
Among the most gifted talents of every race, no one wanted to wear a Frost Lord Imperial Crown. No one wanted to be imprisoned in the Ten Cold Ancient Land.
"I was presumptuous."
After speaking, Yan Huaishi stepped onto Walking the Blue Clouds and flew toward the third Frost Lord Imperial Crown. He reached out, took it down, and held it in his hand. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, after meeting with the Great Scholars, the Yan Family would choose someone to wear the Frost Lord Imperial Crown, then hold a formal enthronement ceremony upon returning to their Frost City.
Bing Tong then flew up and took down the second Frost Lord Imperial Crown. "My skill falls short of another's. I dare not claim the laurels." With that, he returned to his original position, holding the Frost Lord Imperial Crown without putting it on.
Next, the representatives of the King Wen Family, the Zisi Family, the Zengzi Family, the Mencius Household, and the Xunzi Household each took down a crown.