In the ancestral land of the Ice Spirit Clan.
The hall was filled with singing and dancing, which was accompanied by flute music. Numerous powerhouses from the Ice Spirit Clan were gathered in the hall. Their boundless spiritual energy pulsed, causing the space to ripple.
However, among these powerhouses, the four figures that were leading the festivities at the front of the hall were undoubtedly the focus of the day. Every word they spoke and action they made brought an indescribable feeling of pressure to the numerous powerhouses in the hall.
An elder in a blue robe was sitting at the central forefront seat. His face gave off an azure glow and he exuded a daunting chilling aura with every move that he made.
Frost formed continuously in the surrounding space. Any spiritual energy that gathered around him would instantly transform into dazzlingly colorful crystal fragments due to this daunting chilling aura.
