In darkness, one's sense of touch grows exceptionally sensitive. So does one's vision.
Jiang Xinli had thought that once Lanse took his hands away, she would see a pitch-black abyss filled with eerie, roaming corrupted beings.
But when he moved his hands, the sight before her took her breath away.
An endless, breathtaking expanse of blue glaciers met her eyes. The pure, icy blue refracted a crisp light, yet she felt not the slightest chill.
On a distant, white snowfield, transparent Sea Crystal Flowers swayed in the wind, their glass-thin petals shimmering with a faint blue and pale gold light.
In the middle of the flower patch was a soft divan woven from gold and silver thread and Snow Fox Fur.
Nestled among the layers of glaciers was a crystal-clear lake.
Shards of blue ice floated on the surface, like frozen stars.
"Lanse, did we just teleport to the North Pole?" Jiang Xinli asked, covering her mouth in astonishment. "Or… have we entered your Spiritual Sea?"
