Just as these people were murmuring amongst themselves.
Suddenly.
A cold wind, laced with snowflakes, abruptly howled across the plaza before the Ascending Immortal Gate.
Within the icy gale, a light as crystalline as ice and snow flew swiftly from the distant sky.
In just a blink, that light had already reached the peak of Saint Emperor Peak.
Within the dazzlingly translucent radiance, a massive Ice-Snow Giant Kite flew up, its wings beating powerfully.
Its pure white feathers seemed as though sculpted from ice and snow, emanating a prismatic glow under the sunlight.
Upon the back of the Ice-Snow Giant Kite, a slender figure stood against the wind.
He was dressed in pure white robes as pristine as snow, with long hair that bore a faint azure hue, flying freely in the wind—so dashing and unrestrained.
The sparkling Ice Soul-colored light illuminated his face, highlighting his sharp nose and chiseled profile that were practically flawless.
