After the cold energy entered her body, the breath in her Dantian began to rise, enveloping it.
Moments later, a chilling aura emanated from her body, her jade-like face pale, with frost flowers hanging on her long eyelashes.
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, formed a sealing hand gesture with both hands, and imprinted a golden pattern onto her back.
As the golden pattern seeped into her body, a burning sensation instantly emerged, pouring out of her pores and melting the ice completely.
Xu Yingying gazed at him in surprise, exclaiming, "How impressive!"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "The cold energy condensed by this spiritual medicine is indeed formidable."
The fusion of the essence of heaven and earth creates a breath more potent than the spiritual essence cultivated.
Xu Yingying said, "It's you, the Princely Heir, who is impressive, extinguishing them so easily."
Chu Zhiyuan laughed, "Everything has its counter, my cultivation technique is designed precisely to restrain them."
