The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch as the stage transformed into a glistening ice castle. The once-roaring arena fell into a hush, the chilling spectacle leaving everyone spellbound.
"What is that movement technique?" Nie Yang asked, his voice a mixture of incredulity and curiosity. He turned to Zhang Chi, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Does your pavilion have something this precious?"
"Believe it or not, he doesn't belong to my pavilion," Zhang Chi replied tersely, cutting off further questions. His tone suggested there was more to Huang's abilities than met the eye, and he was not in the mood for further discussion.
