The entire palace is made of ice and snow, crystal clear, as if crafted by a top master with a lifetime's effort.
A crystal chandelier hangs from the palace ceiling, emitting multicolored lights that illuminate every corner.
The palace is rendered like a fairy tale world, a veritable earthly paradise.
The palace is vast and can accommodate thousands of people.
In the center of the palace runs a grand path leading into its depths, connecting to the icy steps, upon which sits a majestic ice throne, akin to the throne of the ice god in Western mythology.
"Hmm? No one is here, do they want me to sit on it?"
Ye Chenfeng surveyed the surroundings and couldn't help but speak.
"Boom..."
Suddenly, the palace doors closed.
"Friend, we've all come, won't you show yourself?"
Ye Chenfeng walked step by step to the icy steps, ascended them, and finally arrived before the ice throne.
"Mr. Ye, don't!"
The Dark Witch exclaimed in the distance, warning Ye Chenfeng not to move.
