The fangs were small and subtle, usually hidden. Nothing like the prominent fangs of the Bat Beast within Smiling Spring, yet undeniably present.
Han Yu felt his thoughts become a tangled mess.
Questions flooded his mind.
Too many.
Far too many.
Madam Cold Fang looked at him again.
"You survived fighting him."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"How?"
Han Yu blinked.
"My ice technique is stronger."
She paused.
"You cultivate Ice Dao?"
There was genuine surprise in her voice.
The last time they met, she remembered fire.
Strange skills.
Odd techniques.
Now he stood here wielding ice.
"Show me."
Han Yu did not hesitate.
He raised his hand.
Frost gathered.
A snowflake slowly formed above his palm.
Pitch black.
The temperature around it dropped instantly. Darkness drifted within the frost like smoke trapped in ice. Madam Cold Fang's expression changed as she reached out.
Her finger touched it while blue Frost Qi flowed from her hand.
