The four bears were pinned hard against the snow, unable even to lift their heads. Under Chiwen's oppressive aura, Miss Sadako could only writhe across the snow like a snake. Luo Qian picked up the crystal bottle. He had meant to collect the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Soul himself, but after a moment's thought, he assigned that glorious and dangerous task to Golden-Armored Automaton Number One.
When she saw Luo Qian casually summon such a powerful puppet warrior, Miss Sadako finally gave up. She stopped wasting her strength and lay still on the ground.
Luo Qian's worries seemed unnecessary. The enormous ice tree was surprisingly gentle, and the Golden-Armored Automaton retrieved the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Soul with ease. Luo Qian held the Crystal Bottle, but strangely, he felt no trace of cold. Instead, it gave him the refreshing sensation of eating a chilled slice of watermelon on the hottest day of summer—a strange feeling indeed amid all this ice and snow.
Luo Qian was no fool. These five sheltered creatures could not have qualified as extras with their acting. How could they have fooled him? He had only pretended to fall for it because he wanted to see what they were after. That ice beast was plainly an Immortal Beast of considerable cultivation, only one step away from taking human form. A creature like that had intelligence and had to be guarding something.
Just as Luo Qian had expected, the haul was substantial: he had obtained a remarkably precious material. He looked at the five beasts. "You really haven't seen much of the world, have you? Do you know who I am?" The White Bear struggled to shake his head. Luo Qian coughed, and the three little dragons zipped back into the Nine-Dragon Claw Arm. Mischievous as the little Bi was, it never