Lin Zida gazed at the ice flowers, hesitated for a moment, then, with a swish of his large sleeves, he emerged with the Avatar...
The ice flowers shook their heads and said, "I don't need to see us taking pride in the West, just like you are today. Your future path is a predetermined firewall, dangerous and unpredictable. This will be of great help to you. Don't waste it on my mortal self. I'm already used to it."
Lin Shuhao saw through the ice flowers, a simple habit that made Lin Shuhao reflective; it was heartbreaking that a frail girl had endured ten years of cold indifference. Lin Shuhao felt no pain, whereas others would have already taken their own lives.
"Don't worry, don't say anything more, Avatar... I owe you."
With a flick of Lin Zida's sleeve, several beams of light and eight Avatars passed by and stood firmly; the self-pride of the Linfold, like a chasm between heaven and earth, sparked outrage and self-esteem.
