Hu Banxian nodded immediately. “The old man also thinks this place is good.”
Xiao Bai nodded. “It’s a matter of cultivation. We can’t rush things.”
“The old man will remember it.”
Xiao Bai nodded and walked to the ice coffin at the side. With a wave of his hand, the coffin lid let out a muffled sound and slowly opened.
Mu Siyin, who was pale and lifeless, lay quietly inside. Her hair and brows were covered in a layer of white frost.
Mu Siyin stood at the side and looked at herself lying in the ice coffin. The feeling was very strange and wonderful.
She seemed to be looking at herself, but also not herself.
When little white saw this, he placed his slender finger on his lips and gently bit it. In an instant, bright red and flirtatious blood slowly flowed out from his fair fingertips.
He gently moved his finger and directed the tiny drop of blood towards Mu Siyin’s bloodless lips in the ice coffin
