With every step the Ice Demon Mo Qingcheng took, a meter of the ground froze, and the surrounding air turned as bitterly cold as the deepest parts of the Arctic. At the same time, a snow-capped mountain rose up behind her. This snow-capped mountain appeared even more towering and majestic than when Lixiang had first seen it, inspiring an instinctive urge to submit in anyone who looked upon it.
The snow-capped mountain was ethereal and pristine, practically transparent, while the shrine at its peak exuded an air of desolate sanctity, heavy with the profound weight of history.
Mo Qingcheng walked up to Lixiang, crossed her hands at her waist, and bowed ninety degrees. With a respectful expression, she said, "Wuxin, you are the most outstanding man I have ever met. Although we are enemies, that does not affect my respect for you. I once thought I had no rivals left in this New Century, but you continue to surprise me again and again." She smiled, lifted a hand slightly, and the snow-capped mountain behind her instantly triggered an avalanche. A massive surge of glacial energy rolled out from the icy world, forming layer upon layer of armor over Mo Qingcheng, until even her weapons resembled sculptures of ice.
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