"Oh?" Max felt a piercing cold in his palm, as if it were the dead of winter and he had suddenly plunged his hand into an icy cave. That bone-chilling cold was truly uncomfortable.
At this moment, Max heard Qi Qianhan say again that this wasn't an ordinary Ice Palm. What did that mean?
Max quickly used his Inner Strength to dispel the cold from his injury, then looked at Qi Qianhan and said, "You're a disciple of the Cold Moon Sect, one of the top ten sects of Yan Country."
"Foreigner, do you know what I'm thinking right now?" Qi Qianhan arched her delicate eyebrows and looked at Max with a cold smile.
Max immediately looked at Qi Qianhan with curiosity and doubt.
