Jiang Yuejing summoned the Bingxin Fire, which leaped straight onto the block of ten-thousand-year-old ice. The originally faint flame grew a fraction denser after absorbing the entire block of ice.
As the Bingxin Fire returned to her body, a warm current flooded her limbs and bones, dispelling the chill within. Unable to bear the oppressive heat, Jiang Yuejing extinguished the charcoal brazier in the room.
Opening the window to look at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, slender as a drawn bow, Jiang Yuejing grew even more curious about her father. Where on earth had he found such subordinates? He must have been a man of immense resolve, one who used no man he doubted and doubted no man he used.
Chapter 128