The three Ice Drakes stood motionless on the snow-covered slope, their crystalline scales glimmering faintly beneath the pale sunlight. The air was so cold that the frost in the air seemed to hang still, refusing to move even when the wind blew.
For a full minute, no one dared to move.
Lin Mu stood at the front of the group with his hands behind his back, calm and composed. Elyon's shadowy presence loomed faintly beside him, half-hidden within the drifting snow, ready to act if things went bad, while Daoist Chu and Monk Hushu stood silently behind.
Cattaleya crossed her arms and gave a faint grin that didn't reach her eyes. Meng Bai, however, was clearly tense; even with his Qi circulating to resist the cold, he couldn't stop the nervous pounding in his chest.
