True Monarch Su Xue's eyes were clear and bright, like stars reflected in a cold pond, quietly gazing at Shen Xuan.
After more than ten breaths, True Master Su Xue's eyes showed a hint of realization and surprise.
Being so close, she finally saw clearly.
The cultivator in the green robe before her was surrounded by a very faint mist of spiritual charm.
His aura was deep.
The utterly different alchemical auras of cold and heat flowed harmoniously within him, endlessly cycling.
"Ice and Fire Origin, Tai Chi Golden Core?"
True Monarch Su Xue's expression grew solemn, her tone carrying a touch of respectful reverence: "Is it Fellow Daoist Profound Ice from Song Country?"
"Hmm?"
Shen Xuan's brows slightly moved, showing a hint of surprise: "The True Monarch knows my name?"
"How could one not know?"
True Monarch Su Xue lightly covered the side of her lips with her sleeve, a slight smile spreading at the corner of her eyes.
