Blending into the crowd, Nian Bing put on his bamboo hat. The excitement of the people in the square was highly infectious, he didn't want to become the object of public scrutiny. Yan Feng emanated a faint white light, almost undetectable unless studied closely. But Nian Bing, who was familiar with various elements, clearly sensed that Yan Feng's fighting Qi was of the light attribute. Although there were many people in the square, wherever the two walked, the crowd was gently pushed away by their fighting Qi, creating room for them to pass through.
As the three carriages came closer and closer, the flame of hatred in Nian Bing's heart was burning unabated. His heart contracted at the sight of the Ice God Tower, the tower that robbed him of his beautiful childhood, the tower that took away his dearest parents. One day, he swore, he would destroy it with his own hands.