The Power of Ice

Just yesterday, the head of the Zong Family had promised that if Zong Jibing could defeat Fang Yun, he would borrow the power of Saint Zong to cleanse his Literary Palace. He would surely become a Hanlin Academician!

As a mixed-blood member of the Human Race, even if he had been born into a Sage Aristocratic Clan, it had been difficult for him to receive their full cultivation. No matter how gifted he was, others would look down on him, suppress him, and slander him, leaving his Literary Guts dust-covered.

Those people represented not only their own strength, but the strength of their entire lineage.

In an environment where one was rejected by the entire lineage, not even a Great Scholar could be completely at ease unless he severed all ties with his family.

As the most despised person in the Zong Family, he had exhausted every means to rise through the ranks. To prove his devotion to the Zong Family, he desperately defended everything related to them and fiercely attacked all their enemies.

Within the Zong Family, he had been at the forefront of the attacks against Fang Yun. It was precisely because he had attacked Fang Yun that he had won the favor of many Zong Family members, gradually solidifying his position.

And today, he had an immense opportunity to completely change his own standing and even enter the main branch!

Zong Jibing had waited a very, very long time for this day—an entire lifetime!

"Today, I will let you witness the might of the Zong Family!"

"Oh." Fang Yun answered casually again.

A faint mist began to rise from Zong Jibing's body, while ice slowly formed across the surface of his skin.

Fang Yun calmly watched Zong Jibing until lights flashed chaotically before his eyes, then faded