Murong Yunsheng leaped backward, and with a wave of her hand, a small, silver-white frost flower materialized in the air. As her wrist flicked, the flower suddenly expanded to the height of two men, shielding her.
The two powerful forces collided, sending shockwaves through the air so violent that the tiles of nearby buildings were torn away. Murong Yunsheng’s skirt fluttered, radiating wisps of frigid energy. Her aura was as icy as falling snow, casting a bone-chilling frost upon anyone who dared approach.
A glint of ice flashed in Murong Yunsheng’s eyes. As the frost flower drifted down, she moved with ethereal grace, bathed in ice and frost like an unreachable saint atop a snowy peak. Her brow was cold and distant, as if she held the entire world at arm's length.
Chapter 102