Zzz...
In the air, a sizzling sound could be heard.
It seemed like the sound of a sword, or the low howl of a cold wind, but more than that, it seemed like ice frost freezing.
The group from the Feng Family, at some unknown time, had gathered a layer of cold frost on their bodies.
This chill was not the extreme cold.
But more like the eerie cold of the Netherworld's wind.
Even these strong individuals could not help but shiver uncontrollably.
It was not a shiver from the physical cold, but an inexplicable sense of panic repressed in their hearts.
And all of this stemmed from that entirely snow-white, icy sword.
Amongst the group from the Feng Family, only Feng Buxiu had his sleeve frozen.
At this moment, Feng Buxiu coldly stared at the man dressed in white as pure as snow.
"Xia Canglan, you have come for that boy too?"
"Our Feng Family's matters, does your Ice Emperor Palace truly want to intervene?"
"I came by order, that's all." The man coldly uttered.
Came by order?
