Magistrate Xian glanced at the official beside him, and the official stood up and raised a cup of wine in front of Meng Fuyao, saying, "Honored guest, have some wine."
Meng Fuyao reached out to accept it when the official's hand jerked, and the wine splashed out towards Meng Fuyao's face!
Everyone's eyes followed the trajectory of the wine.
Meng Fuyao snorted coldly.
She tapped her chopsticks lightly.
The wine suddenly froze.
Everyone present gaped, horror apparent in their eyes as they watched the wine freeze in midair with a crackling sound. And in Meng Fuyao's hand was no longer a pair of regular wooden chopsticks; it had become frozen, and when it touched the wine, a layer of white frost quickly spread through it.
The white frost grew larger and larger, extending towards the hand of the official. To everyone's horror, his hand suddenly became a pair of "frozen hands."
