"Ice cream?"
Just as all of the officials were wondering what ice cream was, the lights and lines enveloping Fang Zhengzhi began to fall off.
It looked like a cocoon shedding silk.
It was extremely strange.
All of the officials did not understand what was going on. Normally, shouldn’t the ice be melted?
Why is it falling off?
Nangong Mu was also shocked, but the shock did not translate to his expression. As the person controlling the lines and string, he could keenly feel what was happening.
It was not being countered, it was being assimilated.
"Assimilated?!"
"As the spring wind blows, millions of flowers bloom!" Fang Zhengzhi’s voice rang out again. This time, rays of iciness radiated from his body. They were thin and looked like threads.
"You... could you have..." Nangong Mu’s gaze changed completely. He was in disbelief.
