The subtle expression at the corners of her eyes, brought on by the immense pain she had endured, vanished. Her constantly fluctuating aura swiftly settled, then rapidly withdrew.
Once Leng Yan's aura had been restrained, the only impression she gave was a single word: cold.
Had he not known her cultivation beforehand, Su Shi'er would never have imagined that this woman was a Nascent Soul Stage titan of towering strength.
Moreover, her ten fingers were slender, like tender green scallions carved from white jade, exceptionally eye-catching. Yet the wisps of Thousand Year Cold Air curling around her fingertips made one recoil at the sight.
Su Shi'er had no doubt that for cultivators at the Golden Core stage and below, a touch from such hands would mean death—or grave injury at best!
To so effortlessly cultivate with Thousand Year Cold Air and turn it into aid for herself—
Not to mention Golden Core cultivators, even ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators might not be able to do so with such ease.
It seemed this Senior Leng cultivated an ice-element technique. ??
But... judging by her temperament, she was certainly not one to hesitate or dither. Why, hundreds of years ago, had she merely sealed Hou Sihai, who had committed countless misdeeds, with an array instead of taking his life?
As he gazed at the figure before him, countless thoughts flashed through Su Shi'er's mind.
His instincts told him that this Senior Leng Yan before him must have some kind of relationship or entanglement with Hou Sihai.
But he also knew that now was not the time to ask questions.
Taking a deep breath, Su Shi'er promptly rose to his feet. With a faint smile on his lips, he cupped his fists and said, "Congratulations, Senior Leng, on recovering from your injuries! And many