Above the icy plains, a strange silence had descended.
After the two Immortals' heartfelt blow missed its mark, they instantly lost track of their enemy's target.
Little Wild Grass covered her heart, terrified.
"That thing looked at me with such an odd gaze!"
Little Wild Grass, who was always ethereal and detached, playing the game of the mortal world, now felt an unusual restlessness.
She turned to Li Muyang, asking anxiously, "Big brother, did you hear what that thing said before it left? I feel like it treated us... differently."
It wasn't just her, on the verge of becoming an Immortal, whom the peculiar gaze had treated differently; that strange attention had also fallen on the big brother beside her.
Yet her big brother was just an ordinary mortal, who, despite having the power of an Ancient Evil lineage, had no cultivation to speak of...
Why would such a brother attract the attention of such a villain?
Little Wild Grass looked uneasy.