The cold wind blew across the icy surface of Yansuo Lake, lifting a thin layer of snow.
Zhao Douan held Jin Jian's small hand, and as soon as they appeared, they witnessed the scene of battle at the center of the lake.
At the same time, Xu Jianwen's light greeting, amplified by the Qi Mechanism, spread widely.
Suddenly, everyone fighting on the lake retreated in tacit agreement, adopting defensive postures, their eyes searching for Zhao Douan's figure.
"My lord..." Song Jinxi, like a wisp of smoke, retreated with the Tributors, turning to look over with surprise and delight.
Ji Yue also lifted his head from the cold lake water, cautiously watching Qi Yuchun on the floating ice, his ears pricked up.
"Yes." Zhao Douan nodded to them first, then walked quickly to close the distance with Jin Jian.
He ignored the struggling prisoners who were inching towards the two camps.
