"Why are these words... so small?"
Zhu Xuanji furrowed his brow.
He strained his eyes, but his vision remained blurry. After all, flames were blazing at the time, blocking a lot and distorting the view.
Ning Xiaohui's handwriting was so small and embedded within the ice, making it unclear, which was quite normal.
This was tricky.
For Zhu Xuanji, if he had a physical object in front of him, he could easily get to the truth with a sweep of his divine sense.
But all he saw was an effect produced by combined talent and spells.
He couldn't do better!
"Couldn't she have written it larger?"
"Ning Xiaohui knew she was certain to die and used all her strength to make ice bricks, hoping they would be preserved."
"This is possible."
"After all, Ice-jade Hands specializes in turning despair into hope."
"But in the end, the ice bricks didn't remain."
"Talent is not divine skill..."
Thinking of this, a glint of sharpness flashed in Zhu Xuanji's eyes.
