"Luo Jiang? Did you... come out from there?"
"What on earth happened? Has Liou Xueyan gone nuts or what?"
Ji Hong flashed over, exclaiming as he saw Luo Jiang slumped on the ground, covered in shards of ice.
Luo Jiang spat out a mouthful of bloody froth, struggled to shatter the ice off his body, and glanced with lingering terror at the raging cold tide in the distance.
"Madwoman."
"That woman actually smashed through multiple Cold Veins, she's absolutely insane."
"Shattered the Cold Veins?"
Ji Hong's whole body trembled, gasping in shock.
This wasn't just madness—it was beyond words!
"At least a hundred disciples of Ice and Snow Immortal Palace died from this!" Ji Hong muttered under his breath.
"Liou Xueyan managed to get away unscathed—she must've gained some great fortune, otherwise she'd never have done something so crazy, damn it!" Luo Jiang cursed quietly.
"Oh right..." Luo Jiang suddenly thought of something, looked at Ji Hong and hesitated to speak.
