A hint of confusion passed through her crimson pupils.
"Interesting..."
She whispered softly, her voice like a clear spring flowing from the depths of lava, ringing clearly in the absolute silence of the ice plains.
Then.
She slowly raised her head.
Her gaze did not fall on Fang Qingyu, who was on the verge of an outburst, right in front of her.
Instead, it penetrated the frozen wind and snow, piercing the low-hanging lead-gray sky.
And reached towards the sky above.
A lazy smile tugged at her lips, enough to eclipse the heavens and earth.
"Little one..."
"Aren't you coming down yet?"
The moment her words fell!
Buzz—!!!
The space in front of Fang Qingyu, frozen solid, suddenly rippled with an extremely subtle wave, without any warning.
Like a pebble tossed into the water.
Immediately after.
A figure emerged silently from the ripples, as if extracted from the water.
The cold wind howled around her, lifting a few strands of her black hair from her forehead.
