As soon as the two stepped onto the stage, Ma Zhao saluted rather gracefully.
Xue Xuan's eyes flashed a hint of complexity. After a while, she slowly exhaled.
"Senior brother, do you remember how you often practiced martial arts with me when we were young? How carefree we were back then."
Ma Zhao was stunned, clearly unable to recall.
"You've forgotten all of it." Xue Xuan smiled sorrowfully, her expression instantly turning cold.
She suddenly burst into laughter.
"Ma Zhao, make your move." Xue Xuan's voice sharpened as her movement technique quickened, and unusual icy Primordial Qi gathered in her palm.
The icy aura made Xue Xuan's hand exhibit two colors, a faint blue-white mist-like hue on the surface, while the palm center was deep blue, freezing anything it touched into ice.
With a fierce shout, Xue Xuan unleashed a torrent of hand shadows through the air.
