The bright moon shone on the snow, reflecting each other's brilliance.
The night was clearer than ever before.
After a busy day, Chen Mengze sat cross-legged on her bed, slowly circulating the Pure Jade Mantra.
She was enveloped in a silver glow, making her skin as translucent as a peeled lychee. As her cultivation method circulated, one could faintly see the veins beneath her skin.
The Spiritual Qi she had drawn turned into tiny ice crystals that floated around her. With each inhalation and exhalation, they rippled like smoke.
It was as if a jade sculpture had been coated with frost, radiating a crystalline and chilling beauty.
This immortal art was an opportunity she had obtained during her trek through Death Jaw.
Chen Mengze didn't know the rank of this cultivation method, but it was more miraculous than any magic she had ever cultivated.
