At the peak of an icy mountain.
There was a spread of delicious food placed on top of a table cut from ice. They were food that Xue Ying had 'teleported' over from several cities within the primal chaos land. Naturally, he would leave behind some treasures to those restaurants providing the food. Xue Ying would definitely not let those restaurants suffer a loss.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Placing down the crystalline cup, Xue Ying looked at the space by his side. There was a delicate nine-petaled flower forming in the Mirage. Compared to the three-petaled and six-petaled flowers, the destructive power inherent within was distinctly different. This nine-petaled flower seemed more ordinary.
If one thoroughly examined it…
