In the courtyard, Ye Xuan had just finished his cultivation when he saw Ling Qianxue also practicing in the yard, floating above the lake with an aura of icy coldness emanating from her.
The surface of the lake below had frozen over, unable to meld together again.
Seemingly aware of Ye Xuan's presence, Ling Qianxue also opened her beautiful eyes and looked at him, then smiled, "You're here."
"Why did you stop? You seem to be in good shape."
Ye Xuan smiled. He hadn't intended to interrupt Ling Qianxue's cultivation.
"Cultivation isn't something that happens overnight. It's no use just feeling good for a moment," Ling Qianxue said lightly.
"I have something I want to give you."
Ye Xuan suddenly remembered the Silver Snow Holy Sword, and with a wave of his hand, the silver sword flew out from the Qiankun Ring and stopped in front of Ling Qianxue.
With a slightly surprised expression, Ling Qianxue reached out her jade hand and picked up the Silver Snow Holy Sword in front of her.
