After joining Ice Veil Peak, Su Jiu had been assigned a courtyard. It was fairly spacious, with enough room for her to practice her swordsmanship. Its furnishings were simple: aside from two Snow Pines in a corner, there was only a stone table and two stone chairs. The atmosphere was just like the rest of Ice Veil Peak—cold and quiet.
Her courtyard was also close to the Spirit Garden. Almost all the decorations in her room had been carved from ice and snow, and even her bed was made of millennium mystic ice.
An ordinary person living here would never survive seven days, but Su Jiu found it wonderfully comfortable. Ice Veil Peak seemed to have been designed specifically for those with an ice spiritual root.
It was very quiet here, though that was hardly surprising. The vast Ice Veil Peak had only three residents, and Martial Uncle Luohen was a man of few words. How could it be anything but quiet?
Still, she had not seen either of the two men for two days now.
Thanks to its formations, Ice Veil Peak was covered in ice and snow year-round. Even the woods behind the mountain were no exception. Apart from the Snow Pines, all the other trees there had long since frozen to death.
Ice clung to the dead branches throughout the year, gleaming crystal clear in the sunlight, yet even the sun could not melt that layer of ice crystals.
Two tall, elegant men stood among the Snow Pines, though neither looked pleased.
"I said no." Chu Luohen had already spent two days arguing with Chu Mojin over the same issue.
Chu Mojin had none of his usual devil-may-care air either. His expression was utterly serious.
"I'm not asking your opinion. I'm informing you. Besides, do you think