An hour later, the five-zhang-wide, one-foot-thick layer of ice and snow beneath the two figures had melted completely. Qiao Ruohe paused for a moment, used his spiritual power to pull ice and snow from ten zhang away into his scorching hands, and rubbed them together.
Then he grabbed another handful of snow and swallowed it. Seeing his flushed, burning lips instantly return to their normal color, he resumed breathing out fire and spewing flames.
Three hours later, the stone-like ground began to show cracks from the burning. Qiao Ruohe swallowed a few more mouthfuls of ice and snow, wiping the heavy sweat from his brow. He glanced at Ye Miaomiao; she, on the other hand, was having the time of her life ten zhang away, actually building a snowman.
Chapter 231