Soon, Xueling stopped in front of a piece of cold ice the size of an adult’s palm. She held it, sniffing it incessantly, her face displaying an anthropomorphic look of intoxication.
"Master, this cold ice must be the Heavenly Profound Ice."
The Purple Eagle’s voice trembled. In the presence of such a rare treasure of heaven and earth, even a Demon Clan beast at the ninth level of Soul Formation could not remain calm.
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