A soul-shaking howl of a wolf pierced this wondrous world, causing the rivers of stars, the cold moon, mountains, and seas to gradually freeze inch by inch.
The Netherworld Wolf, which had not fed for a millennium and suffered the torment of gaping wounds, now began to prematurely bare its dreadful, hungry tusks to the world.
A chilling autumn rain had eventually been no match for the Ice Age, failing to come to fruition.
Baili An stood up, turned back, and saw Su Jing standing coldly there. Beneath her plain white sleeves, a radiant Red Lotus hid a snippet of branch and leaf, blooming alone with the light of soul fire.
He quietly looked at her once, and said seriously, "Miss Jing, the Ice Age is upon us, it's truly not wise to split and separate souls at such a time."
Su Jing responded faintly, but never crushed the Red Lotus.
