Late at night, the dark clouds covered the full moon.
Feng Zhi sat cross-legged, a few strands of hair floating in the air. She quickly formed a hand seal and closed her palm.
Suddenly opening her eyes, she pointed at the empty space in the distance. A few rays of cold light shot out from her fingertips, carrying sharp ice blades as they shot out...
Puff.
With a muffled sound, the coldness was extinguished. Feng Zhi frowned, a hint of dejection flashed through her face.
According to the key technique of the freezing technique, she had cultivated to level one, but the longest range she could reach was only half an arm's length. It was as wide as a frozen teacup.
As expected, the water-type bloodline was as weak as the legends said.
Feng Zhi clenched her fists and smashed the bedboard hard, gritting her teeth!
