The surrounding cold ice spiritual energy began flowing steadily into Xia Qingran's body, where she absorbed it.
Because she possessed an ice spirit body, she absorbed cold ice spiritual energy far faster and more efficiently than Zhou Fan.
After all, this place existed specifically for those with an ice spirit body.
No one was better suited to cultivating here than someone who possessed an ice spirit body.
Time ticked by.
Xia Qingran sat cross-legged, her delicate figure enveloped in dense cold ice spiritual energy. Ice-blue light flowed over her, gradually merging into her body.
Zhou Fan sat a short distance away, the Cold Ice Pearl hovering above his palm. He continued absorbing cold ice spiritual energy to cultivate while keeping an eye on Xia Qingran.
Although Xia Qingran had said nothing would happen, he still felt uneasy, so he kept part of his attention on her as he cultivated.
If anything went wrong, he could intervene immediately.
Several hours soon passed.
The cold emanating from Xia Qingran grew increasingly intense, and even the surface of her body became coated in a thin layer of frost.
Zhou Fan did not dare touch her rashly and could only keep watching her.
Fortunately, Xia Qingran's aura remained steady, without any major fluctuations. Otherwise, Zhou Fan would have worried that something was wrong.
Crack!
Another half hour passed before a crisp cracking sound suddenly came from the frost covering Xia Qingran.
Immediately afterward, all the frost shattered and fell to the ground.
Xia Qingran's eyes snapped open, and she gasped for breath. An unusual wave of heat erupted from her body, briefly overpowering even the surrounding cold.
"Senior?!"
Zhou Fan darted forward, instinctively reaching out to touch Xia Qingran.
But the moment he touched her, a scorching aura burned his palm.
"Xiaofan, stay back!"