Zhuge Xiyu looked back at Chen Zheng's departing figure, his cold, chiseled face deeply imprinted in her mind. With a profound sense of reluctance, she walked out of the villa, step by step.
The door gently closed behind them.
They knew that from this moment on, their lives would no longer intersect. Chen Zheng's world was a distant shore they could never reach in this lifetime.
Another long sigh cut through the air as they boarded their vehicle and departed.
Only after they were gone did Chen Zheng slowly stand up, the power in his palm beginning to surge. The next moment, a droplet of water condensed in his palm, ultimately solidifying into an ice pearl.
"Not bad," he murmured. "I've actually grasped the secret of guiding the water molecules in the air to form ice."
A bright light flickered in Chen Zheng's eyes as he gently touched the ice pearl in his hand. He then placed it into a cup of water, and as if driven by magic, the water immediately froze into an icicle.
