The biting wind of the Arctic ice field carried ice crystals, casting a ghostly blue glow under the moonlight. Little Nianyao curled up inside her snow-wolf fur cloak, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the tricolor pendant. The pendant suddenly grew hot, causing a bizarre triple-ring halo to flash in her pupils. "Daddy... the ladies in white clothes are trapped inside the mirrors..."
Yun Qingyu's carbonized right arm suddenly stung—a sign that the Fate Pact was sensing danger. He lifted the carriage curtain to see nine ice sculptures standing on a distant snow mound, each frozen in a panicked, fleeing posture, their faces marred by eerie green spots.
"The Nether Heart-Devouring Curse." Li Taibai's wine gourd was frosted over. "The Snow Spirit clan is likely in grave danger."
Chapter 19