"This Cold Pond is not made of ordinary water but of congealed Spiritual Power. It requires a constant supply of ice-attribute spiritual power throughout the years to maintain its current state and keep the island floating in midair."
"Su Jin."
Lin Jinxu's heart suddenly clenched, filled with overwhelming distress and sympathy.
"It's true what it said; now you understand that I cannot leave with you."
Su Jin let out a sorrowful laugh, her eyes blurred with tears. "You should leave, as if we never met. Don't come back."
"Mother, don't."
Little Yijing wailed, lunging towards his mother.
"Is this the only solution?"
Lin Jinxu's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He looked up and smiled, taking two steps forward and holding her hand once again.
"Maintaining the Array Eyes and channeling ice-attribute spiritual power - can only a Saintess do that? Can a Saint do it as well?"
"What are you saying?"
Su Jin's heart trembled, unable to grasp his hidden meaning for a moment.
