Fang Zhixing lifted Jun Yao in his arms and leaped up, breaking away from Xigou's back and landing on the ice.
Whoosh~
The moment his feet touched the ice, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
The surface was too slippery!
This was no ordinary ice; the friction was extremely low.
His feet slid uncontrollably on the ice, spinning wildly, unable to stop.
Bang!
Fang Zhixing forcefully stamped his foot, cracking the ice, and finally stabilized his stance.
That stomp also confirmed for Fang Zhixing that the ice extended all the way to the riverbed.
Moreover, the hardness of the ice was astonishing, comparable to steel-reinforced bones.
He immediately turned his head to look towards the opposite riverbank.
Gusts of wind howled, a white robe trimmed with gold and jade fluttering noisily.
On the riverbank stood a pale-faced young man with flowing silver hair, his eyebrows also snow-white as if frosted with ice.
