Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Han Yiyu stood in a pavilion carved from ice.
She watched Chen Menglin and his companions descend the mountain, their retreating figures growing ever more distant until they vanished from sight.
A cold wind swept past, lifting a few strands of her hair and letting them flutter gently in the air. She withdrew her gaze and asked softly, "What do you think?"
Bo Dongchen stood beside her, the world of ice and snow beyond the pavilion reflected in his white eyes.
He smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth curving just enough. "I think standing here gives me a pretty good view."
At those words, Han Yiyu was struck speechless.
She turned and shot Bo Dongchen an exasperated glare. "Senior Brother, could you stop being such an idiot?!"
Bo Dongchen's smile only grew brighter.
Dressed entirely in white, he had an ethereal air about him, and the red mark between his brows lent him an even gentler bearing.
Anyone who did not know him would never have guessed that this man, as warm and polished as jade, was actually the master of the Ancient Ice Palace-the Ice Douluo!
There was nothing icy about him at all.
If anything about him could be called icy, it was only his white pupils.
Bo Dongchen reined in his smile and asked seriously, "Are you asking about that little girl, Chen Menglin, or the Chen Clan?"
Han Yiyu glanced at him. "All of them. Your mind works faster than mine, and you have the eye of ice. Let's take them one at a time. What do you think of that young lady, Xiao Yi?"
Bo Dongchen did not answer immediately, instead sinking into thought.
After a moment, he said slowly, "A peerless genius. She's certainly