Over ten days later, a bright and clear roar suddenly emanated from outside the ice house. Although the sound was not loud, it was enough to awaken Han Li from his meditation.
Han Li's eyebrows moved slightly, and he opened his eyes.
With a flash in his gaze, and after a moment's contemplation with his head down, he elongated his figure to stand up, pushed open the ice door, and walked out.
In front of the ice house, on the open ground, an immense icy palace spanning hundreds of feet had appeared at some unknown time. Supported by several thick ice pillars, though extremely crude, it sparkled under the sunlight, giving a peculiar grandeur.
In the palace stood a pair of man and woman on an ice platform several feet tall.
The man possessed silver hair, yet had a youthful visage akin to a maiden, the woman with her long hair tied high, voluptuous, stunningly beautiful, her lotus-like arms and jade-like feet exposed to the cold mountain air as if it was nothing.
