It's not his fault that his cultivation level is low; he just has such a little talent, what can he do? The key is, his parents didn't pass down any superior talents to him.
Oh, no, that's not right. His father didn't even inherit much talent, so it's even more unlikely for him.
"Big Brother Jiyun, won't this Evil Dragon freeze itself to death?" He watched as the ice layer on the Evil Dragon grew thicker, and couldn't help but worry aloud.
"No, it won't."
Qian Jiyun answered his question.
Bai Yan was also helpless, looking at his cousin, "Have you ever seen a cultivator kill themselves with their own abilities?"
Hong Tianxu thought about it, nodded, and agreed—it made sense. His own abilities weren't enough to kill him, so indeed, there's nothing to worry about.
Meanwhile, the Flame City Master, who had been silent, was still in shock—not just because of the Evil Dragon's surrender, but also because of the identities of Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue.
