Inside a room.
A faint, icy mist filled the air, like a winter fog, chilling to the bone!
On the bed, Ye Xuan sat cross-legged, his eyebrows covered in frost. Wisps of cold air rose from his black hair like plumes of smoke. His brow and face twitched from time to time, as if he were enduring immense pain.
Behind Ye Xuan, Ye Wushuang also sat cross-legged. Two vortices swirled in his palms, resembling black holes in a starry sky, hovering half a millimeter from Ye Xuan's back.
Streams of Cold Ice Power were being devoured by the black holes!
Standing to the side, Ye Rou watched fixedly, not daring to let her attention waver for a second. She no longer even cared about the so-called ranking tournament.
「A day passed in the blink of an eye.」
Ye Rou hadn't slept a wink, and her lovely face had grown somewhat haggard.
Just then, Ye Wushuang, still on the bed, withdrew the two devouring vortices. His brow furrowed, his expression turning grave.
