Feng Wenjun's sharp eyes flashed with a confident brilliance, fixing a steady gaze on Yinkui as if trying to drill two holes right through him. That look was filled with utter provocation, seeming to say, "Come on, let's see you try if you've got the guts!"
Immediately following this, his hands moved in a swift succession of incantations, fluid and practiced. High above in the vault of the sky, dark clouds began to gather and thicken. Moments later, snowflakes drifted down in a flurry. At the same time, a crystal-clear little pagoda, as though awakening from a deep slumber, slowly emerged from the dark clouds. The very moment the pagoda appeared, the surrounding air seemed drawn in by a mysterious force, instantly condensing into a mist of ice. Spectators watching from afar could not help but shiver involuntarily.
One person dropped their jaw in astonishment, disbelief coloring their voice: "Could this be the Li Family's Ice Soul Glazed Pagoda? How is it in his hands?" Their eyes were wide as saucers, as though they might pop right out of their sockets.
Chapter 65