Qiao Ruohe looked at Han Wuji, the Half-Spirit Severing cultivator whose exposed skin was coated with a layer of frost. The frost and mist on his face resembled the heavy, elaborate makeup worn by a noble young lady in the Human Realm on the eve of her wedding.
Now, the Four Ices had blocked the path out of the banquet hall. Han Wuji stood behind them, his gaze never leaving Ye Lingshuang, while dozens of Ice Sect cultivators eyed the two of them from both sides. Earlier, they had been playing playfully in the ice hut; now, they had walked straight into a tiger's den, reduced to lambs awaiting slaughter.
"Since the Saintess has come to the Ice Sect, I must ask you to stay here for a few days," Han Wuji said to Ye Lingshuang, referring to himself as an old eccentric. "When the emissaries from the Dragon Palace arrive in due time, they will not be able to blame this old eccentric."
Chapter 212