A cold, clear female voice rang out like ice shattering on the ground, and in an instant, the temperature on the entire hilltop plummeted.
Lu Lei felt a weight lift from his shoulders as the Qi Foundation Realm pressure vanished as if melted by the spring sun. He looked up abruptly to see a figure in pristine white descending from the sky.
She appeared to be a female cultivator in her thirties. Her robe, made of ice-silkworm silk, billowed without a breeze, and a crystalline hairpin in her hair glinted with a ghostly, frigid light. Most terrifying of all was the aura she radiated—merely standing there, she made one feel the suffocating pressure of facing a vast, mile-high glacier.
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