Rong Ling stood on a stretch of scorched earth, surrounded by dead old trees. Their dry branches forked and spread, like the grotesque hands of demons.
"Where... is... this?" The frost and snow that formed Rong Ling's body trembled as he asked curiously. He instinctively shuffled his feet, hiding behind Rong Taotao's leg.
Rong Taotao glanced around. Despite the terrifying environment, a smile appeared on his face.
Rong Taotao said softly, "This is a world of my creation."
"Enemy!" The frost and snow of Rong Ling's body hummed. A moment ago, he was hiding by Rong Taotao's leg, but now, in the face of danger, he stood protectively in front of him.
In that moment, loyalty and emotion conquered fear. From his fragmented, frosty palm, Rong Ling even drew a small, snow-made Heaven-piercing Halberd!
And before Rong Ling, the branches of the dead old tree actually began to stretch out slowly, reaching for him under the glow of the blood moon in the sky.
