The ice and snow covering Green Mountain Many Peaks melted completely in the spreading Immortal Qi, as though spring had arrived, only to freeze again in the lingering cold, becoming icicles hanging beside the cliffs, reminding people that winter had not entirely passed.
With a sharp crack, an icicle broke beneath some unknown cliff and shattered on the ground.
It was like a bell chime, bringing people back to their senses.
Only then did some people cry out in terror. Some began weeping bitterly, some clenched their fists in excitement, while even more remained silent, still caught in shock and bewilderment.
Immortal Bairen was dead?
An Immortal was dead!
An Immortal returning from the Upper Realm was a marvel never recorded in the ancient texts, and an Immortal falling... was something no one had even heard of, something no one had dared imagine.
Wasn't an immortal body superior even to a golden body, nearly undying and indestructible? How could it be destroyed? How could that Immortal possibly be killed?
Then people saw the uncanny sight of Cold Cicada crawling across Snow Ji's face, and their bodies and hearts grew colder still.
Cold Cicada crawled onto the top of Snow Ji's head and quietly became an ornament.
Big One cautiously poked his head out of Corpse Dog's fur. At the sight, he could not help feeling utterly envious and jealous, though what he felt most was fear.
Just like all the gazes fixed on Snow Ji.
Only a very few gazes were not on Snow Ji, but on Jing Jiu's right hand.
Corpse Dog's, for instance. True Person Tan's. The Water-Moon Convent Abbess's.
Jing Jiu still held Sword-Washing Creek, showing no intention of letting go.
His meaning was therefore very clear.
Trapped by the silver whip formed from Sword-Washing